Ghostpoet - Dial Tones lyrics

Lucy Rose: It's my constant calamities And overcooked stubbornness ways, means I'm hearing dial tones.. Dial tones It's my bus-stop reality I believe everything's fine, but I'm just hearing dial tones.. Dial tones Ghostpoet: Well I try to work it out, but nothing seems to satisfy The taste in my mouth now, a bitter like O-T And unloved grandmas, and opened up her jam jar Of past pain narratives that I can seal shut So slangin' slammin' screams just bounce round the living room And eyes go red like brakelights, right but Ain't no sudden hopes or bolts out the blue I'm left in a state of hue, true true Lucy Rose: It's my constant calamities And overcooked stubbornness ways, means I'm hearing dial tones.. Dial tones It's my bus-stop reality I believe everything's fine, but I'm just hearing dial tones.. Dial tones Ghostpoet: Hmm, ain't spoke in maybe hmm about six months And stand-offs similar to Westerns parts, so I Plus one scenarios, and sit back and watch and Partnered by rouge and fresh sore tooth and Need some suger, like a wine gum thing so Spring black humour, try to crow-bar a smile, and it Works for a while, but forecast bleak Dark clouds circling, rain then sleet Lucy Rose: It's my constant calamities And overcooked stubbornness ways, means I'm hearing dial tones.. Dial tones It's my bus-stop reality I believe everything's fine, but I'm just hearing dial tones.. Dial tones Ghostpoet & Lucy Rose: So if I try and call, will you pick up? Or will I see the games never let up? Tryin' out some olive branch-type tings Things.. Things.. So if I try and call, will you pick up? Or will I see the games never let up? Tryin' out some olive branch-type things Some olive branch-type things It's my constant calamities And overcooked stubbornness ways, means I'm hearing dial tones.. Dial tones It's my bus-stop reality I believe everything's fine, but I'm just hearing dial tones.. Dial tones