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Hey! Hundreds of stories, before I showed up And they tell them to me, and pull photos up And there, I'm connected, like a pair of handcuffs No one seemed affected, that everyone is fucked But there was a softness, a kind of understanding (understanding) Those 2 a.m. decisions, always shaky landings And no one ever knew, what could be demanded (be demanded) Maybe it's the cards The cards that she was handed You call me up from a pay phone I said, "Hang tight, I can drive you home" I pulled on up and with a Southern accent I offered you my Dad's leather jacket (yes) I met her at a party, she'd come straight from work Complained that the regulars were all a bunch of jerks She always looked tired, she dazzled as a drunk She even pulled off the stupid hair cut She said, "I don't need a sponsor, or the best lover Just a man that sees me as some fixer-upper The last few years, man, I've been running for cover (running) Trying to sleep, so I can visit my mother" You call me up from a pay phone I said, "Hang tight, I can drive you home" I pulled on up and with a Southern accent I offered you my Dad's leather jacket When times were tough, in the worst years We never knew how to interfere And now you're back, and just unpacking Those bruised-up takers, you keep attracting In September, when he goes off Like some god-damn alarm clock And he hits her, like a third shot Conversations, she just stares off There's no longer a voice calling When she goes out Saying, "I'll be up waiting for you" You call me up from a pay phone I said, "Hang tight, I can drive you home" I pulled on up and with a Southern accent I offered you my Dad's leather jacket When times were tough, in the worst years We never knew how to interfere And now you're back, and just unpacking Those bruised-up takers, you keep attracting You call me up from a pay phone (ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh) You call me up from a pay phone (ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh) You call me up from a pay phone (ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh) You call me up from a pay phone And I said, "Who the fuck uses a pay phone?"
Writer(s): Max Kerman, Rick Bedrosian, Tim Oxford, Nick Dika Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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