Hang the Telephone

Inspiration faded away and changed the signal on the station So now I've got static on the radio, nowhere to go This antenna it refuses to receive anything Sick of being bitter, but it has been more than ten years of the same old shit Of all the melodies that I could make evaporated into nothingness and I was left a useless dead weight And then the phone rang... Life, she called with melodies, ones I never thought I would hear her sing back in my twenties And ready to hang the telephone, when all that I knew was dial tone, when I was broken Down, my microphone echoed doubt as my opinion took off running heading south Bottled up, but empty, fermenting in apathy, and anxieties, perpetually living redundancy Sick of being angry, but it has been more than ten years of the same old shit Of all the music lines that I could rhyme and intertwine turn to nothingness and I would stay a useless dead weight And then the phone rang... Life, she called with melodies, ones I never thought I would hear her sing back in my twenties And ready to hang the telephone, when all that I knew was dial tone, when I was broken down Isolated, voiceless, anxious Hostility, darkness, hatred, 'til Life, she called with melodies, ones I never thought I would hear her sing back in my twenties And ready to hang the telephone, when all that I knew was dial tone, when I was broken Life, she called with melodies, ones I never thought I would hear her sing back in my twenties And ready to hang the telephone, when all that I knew was dial tone, when I was broken down Na na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na na na na na na