Cake

I can't hear my phone

And I'm sure he's been trying to call

There's a twist in this phoneline now

Here's a boy

Who can't get them to call

Feels like hell when

He thinks of his life

Lost his interest

And found a new wife

Feed the images

Of his two sons

But my skins thin and underdone

I will never expect them

To have fixed the landing pad

I will never expect them

To have cleared my path back home

That's the novelty of this debate

That's the irony of this debate

That's the file that's been left in my cake

My teeth won't break