Where are you when you`re not on the line?
 I know I can call, I know what I`ll find
 You`re sitting at home
 Doing nothing at all
 Yeah, I feel like I`m going to fall
 Away......
 (yeah and what does it all mean...)
 Because here I am
 just an existential guy
 flying high and wham
 look what this does to my eyes
 they`re closed
 (yeah, they`re so closed)
 you say you want your mix tape
 your bangle bracelet too
 well all I say is that this is phone rape
 I think I`ve paid my dues
 you even missed sam`s birthday bash
 you promised me these plans forever
 you must have a secret stash
 of excuses (all so clever)
 well what do you do when I get the ax?
 will you run when you see the cleaver?
 concealed in my jacket....
 my cyanide dripping into your ear
 I have to kill you for cancelling plans this late....