Telephone Daydream

Call my number, I answer the phone
It's a daydream, baby
I feel so alone right now
You don't care anyhow
I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed
But I understand everything that he said to me
It don't go down easy
But I've been trying to tell you
**** hasn't gotten any better for some time
Still hearts can still be kind
My baby, my, my baby
Cross streets without looking
Would he die with me, die with me, die with me?
What's the difference I'd still feel the same
Even though I'm not supposed to
Though I know he's miles away
He still calls me baby
I know that distance makes the heart grow fond
But how the hell is it ever supposed to overcome
Gaps in photo albums
So I push my feet so and barely miss the bedpost in the dark
And I answer the phone
His voice sounds better than in person
To my aching heart