I'm gonna draw you in like a bad phone call I'm gonna draw you right in I'll have my answer in the morning, yeah yeah And confess all my sins I've got the guilt of a father for you I've got the guilt of the son I've got the paper guilt of a spirit Clean slate for everyone I'll take a chance, I'll leave the light on Until the lonely one I'll leave the boxes on the kitchen floor And then unlock the door She is the girl right next door to you With all the darkness inside She pulls you in like a bad phone call And you're left hanging on the line And when these days are over And when everything is gone Even these memories and vague impressions of me That's when I'll finally move on I'll take a chance, I'll leave the light on Until the lonely one I'll leave the boxes on the kitchen floor And then unlock the door