when i hang up

can you tell that something's wrong?

i've kind of felt it all along. i try to pick my brain

pretend that i'm sane

but can you tell that something's wrong?

i'm waking up to bad news

and growing numb to all the views. 'cause when i go away

i lose my head every day

waking up to bad news. my home is the telephone under the streetlight

most nights. and i've grown with these moments alone that last a lifetime

when i hang up. i seem to choke on every word

and bite my tongue on every verse. i try to skip the page

move on to better days

but still i choke on every word. my home is the telephone under the streetlight

most nights. and i've grown with these moments alone that last a lifetime

when i hang up. my home is the telephone under the streetlight

most nights. if i let go of these burdens i hone

i'll lose a lifetime

when i hang up. can you tell that something's wrong?

i've kind of felt it all along. i try to pick my brain

pretend that i'm sane

but can you tell that something's wrong?

my home is the telephone under the streetlight

most nights. and i've grown with these moments alone that last a lifetime

when i hang up. my home is the telephone under the streetlight

most nights. if i let go of these burdens i hone

i'll lose a lifetime

when i hang up. when i hang up. i try to pick my brain

pretend that i'm sane

when i hang up.