Divorce And The American South

Hey dianne

Could you pick up the phone?

I know that you're listening

Baby, I know that you're home

And I know where I went wrong

Don't you leave me alone

Could you pick up the phone?

I'm lost at a truck stop somewhere in the south

I don't know where I'm going, but I'm figuring it out

I locked myself in this phone booth

Read you the number aloud

Now, I'm waiting it out

If I lay here long enough, maybe

The bugs will eat me whole

If I stay here long enough, maybe

The night would take me home

I won't let go, even if you say so

No, I won't let go

Hey, dianne

I've been trying to quit

I went from pack and a half

A day to this e-cigarette bullshit

It don't give me what I want

But it stops them coughing fits

Oh, I know how you hate it

Hey, dianne

I know I fucked up

It's just when we lost the baby, I kind of shut off

I know I never listened

I wasn't there for you enough

I'm a fuck up

If I lay here long enough

Maybe the bugs will eat me whole

If I stay here long enough, maybe the night could take me home

I won't let go, even if you say so

No, I won't let go

I had a dream I flew back north

And the plane went down before we hit New York

You didn't come to the funeral

You didn't come to the funeral

I hope you'd come to the funeral

I hope you'd come to the funeral

Hey, dianne