baby hotline

baby hotline

please hold me close to you

baby flat-line

still time to do it too

baby snack time

chow down to earth but in your head

she's a hoarder of quarters

and no boundary boredom-dum

boundary boredom

i contend that your drinking eye has never opened

i insist somebody will die

and i hate hoping

wishing that the pills let you cry

and i hate coping

someday i will go back outside

and see her okay

hung up and put on hold!

my line is getting cold!

hung up and put on hold!

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