(Hi, sorry I can't answer the phone right now, please leave a voicemail after the tone) I can't think without being nausea's yeah The sheets are stained with our conscience And I can't get them out even if I washed them For this feeling I may have been the one who caused it And those clouds we breathing into the light They rained on us heavy that night Should've flown lower as your lover And higher as your friend Now I understand (Hey, what you doing over there, I'm sorry, what? I can't hear you) Yellow pack in the front seat Cigarette in my mouth Haven't slept in weeks So I guess I'll have this drink Baby I'm sorry you know it Didn't mean to let your heart down Guess I'm not the boy I was saying The one you heard around town And if you know, you know But if you go, you go Whatever (We are sorry, your call can not be completed as dialed, please check the numbers and dial again)