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 woke up, I woke up from an explosion

And the city speaks in sirens

And 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

All forgone for the duration with deranged and maybe eaten

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 assumed that she was sleeping

And I fall in love in the only way I know

As I’m diving into the mouth of a hungry volcano

I walk not recognizing sight 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