Floyd calls me on the phone
And I usually don't mind if he won't leave me alone
But today has been a busy day if there is such a thing anyway
My cats look bored
They're hunting down flies on the kitchen floor
The neighborhood isn't my favourite place any more
Maybe if I cut my hair
I can fall into a new undiscovered despair
I haven't got anything clean today to wear
One plus one - my cats look bored
Two plus two - the kitchen floor
Three plus three - my favourite place
Four plus four - not any more
I've been gone for two months
I'm out of touch, out of time, out of everyone
Now I know that a weekend in Manila is not much fun
Now I'm back at home
But I can't remember when I last felt so alone
Misery calls every minute on the telephone
One plus one - been gone two months
Two plus two - I'm out of touch
Three plus three - my VJ's gone
Four plus four - not very fun
I may be home
But if you'd please leave your message at the sound of the tone
Excuse me for my fear of the telephone
My house, my tomb
I can't even write a song about sitting in my room
There's no room to sit, I just wait in apprehensive gloom
One plus one - I may be home
Two plus two - the sound, the tone
Three plus three - excuse my fear
Four plus four - the telephone
One plus one - I may be home
Two plus two - the sound, the tone
Three plus three - excuse my fear
Four plus four, four, four
One plus one - I may be home
Two plus two - the sound, the tone
Three plus three - excuse my fear
Four plus four - the telephone