Pick Up the Phone - Carina Round

Pick up the phone

I'm pregnant with your baby

I wanted you to know

The dreams I've been having lately

I wake up I walk out from an explosion and the city speaks in sirens

In the wreckage is my angel of devotion

A dying light inside him

And I try to tell you something but my mouth fills up with water

You say "finally you found me"

And suddenly I'm drowning

Pick up the phone

I'm trying to say sorry

The things that you should know

Are weighing heavy on me

Well it's nothing can't be fixed with a hot bath and

A fifth of mother's ruin

Or forgot for the duration

With deranged and maybe even

Drunken sex with strangers

And his wife didn't stop crying for at least a week he told me

"but at least she got the kids and half a million"

I just assume that she was sleeping

And I fall in love in the only way that I know

As I dive into the mouth of a hungry volcano

And I walk not recognizing sad reflections

As I lay next to the next one

With you on my mind

Pick up the phone

Pick up the phone

Pick up the phone

I let the wrong one go