Bad News Babe

I hear you’re doing well

From your friends and your mother

They keep me up to date

I don’t ask, but for some reason they think I ought to know

So why is it, in the middle of the night

I wake up to my phone buzzing

It’s you

And your world is collapsing

Crumbling, going to hell

You only call me with the bad news babe

What do you expect me to say

You want me to pick up the phone

But I know where it goes every time

Go ahead and call me again

If it makes you feel good

And I’ll let it ring

Why don’t you give me a reason to want to

Hear your voice again

Another night to forget

You told me and yourself

We’d never be here again

Then you read all the words that you typed

And you start to feel that ole tightness in your chest

You know you shouldn’t pick up your phone

But it’s too much just being along

Pour yourself another glass

And here we go again

Let’s just get there

Screaming about it

I know it’s what you want to do

Let’s skip all the small talk and break each other down