Baby Hotline, please hold me close to you
Baby flatline, still time to do it too (Ha-ha-ha)
Baby snack time, chow down to earth
But in her head she's Hoarder of quarters
And no boundary boredom-dom
Boundary boredom
I contend that your drinking eyes never open
I insist somebody will die and I hate hoping
Wishing that the pills let you cry and I hate coping
Someday I will go back outside and see her okay
(Hotline)
Hung up and put on hold-old
(Hotline)
My line is getting cold-old-old-old
(Hotline)
Hung up and put on hold-o-o-old
(Hotline)
(No, uh, I'll try again, though)
Baby Hotline, please dial nine to get out
No flatline, what were you scared about? (Ha-ha-ha)
Baby sat by and felt the wind
At hers, I call her a
Hoarder of quarters
And no boundary boredom-dom
Boundary boredom
I contend that your drinking eyes never open
I insist somebody will die and I hate hoping
Wishing that the pills let you cry and I hate coping
Someday I will go back outside and see her okay
For a while
While, oh (Hahahahaha)
For a while
While, oh
(Hotline)
Hung up and put on hold-old
(Hotline)
My line is getting cold-o-o-old
(Hotline)
Hung up and put on hold-o-o-old
(Hotline)
Numb, feel burning with haste
And I'm realizing now it's a terrible waste
I feel numb, I feel burning with haste
And I'm realizing now what a terrible waste
I feel numb, I feel burning with haste
And I'm realizing now it's a terrible waste
I feel numb, I feel burning with haste
And I'm realizing now it's a terrible waste
I feel numb