Collect to NYC

You're a silence on the phone You're a song with just one fucking note And I'm clued out cold Like an off-color joke Call collect to NYC Everybody learns eventually To go hang it up You go hang it up It's really really easy Yeah I put your letter down But this graffiti finds its way around I want to talk Why you want to stop? It's impossible for me So here's my trick, when I hear your "hello" I know I'm listening to alcohol Oh, I'm drunk on a call Heard you found some other guy Some high note you thought I couldn't hit But I never tried No I never did