Call my number, I answer the phone It's a daydream, baby I feel so alone right now You don't care anyhow I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed But I understand everything that he said to me It don't go down easy But I've been trying to tell you sh** hasn't gotten any better for some time Still hearts can still be kind My baby, my, my baby Cross streets without looking Would he die with me, die with me, die with me? What's the difference I'd still feel the same Even though I'm not supposed to Though I know he's miles away He still calls me baby I know that distance makes the heart grow fond But how the hell is it ever supposed to overcome Gaps in photo albums So I push my feet so and barely miss the bedpost in the dark And I answer the phone His voice sounds better than in person To my aching heart