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Thirty days is one room over

So baby I don't call you anymore

I wish you'd rush into my arms

But every wish I wish is bound to do me harm

The phone it rang 'round half past one

And when I pulled the plug out of the wall

The conversations that I have

They don't amount to nothing

Except for the ugly thoughts I have

The doorbell rang 'round half past two

And when I walked back inside my day was through

I think I slept all afternoon

And when I woke at night the moon was full

The neon flashing in the streets

And when I walk through town to a lazy beat

I take the phones off of my ears

'Cause the music don't soothe me

It just makes me bleed

I wonder if I'm done with thinking

This prison room will be my grave

And I'm all alone and drinking

Although I surely lost the taste

In the morning when I woke

I heard another television joke

I switched them then out of my room

'Cause the games they don't thrill me

They just make me bleed

The window's open, the curtain flies

I see the ghost of you before my eyes

I shudder as I turn away

I see the phone is waiting

I dial and I pray