Chris Garneau - Telephone

I heard you got sick in a honeycomb
I heard it on the telephone
You left in the wind you left in the black
It was a fine-tuned sneak attack

Though the wind never scared me truly
Even pain could be kind and dared to soothe me
I know you loved me truly, ooh,
But we don't love one way do we?
But we don't love one way do we?

They said they found you at the end of July
With a broken AC and the desert heat turned up high
In a puddle of piss, body clickety-clack
They never cared about you, you were never comin' back

They said you got sick - it was on the phone
They said that you weren't comin home
Though I already knew it still felt like a smack
Then you were gone in the wind you were gone in the black

Did you do that to you for me truly?
Show me pain could be kind, and did it soothe thee?
I know you loved me truly, ooh,
But we don't love one way do we?
But we don't love one way do we?

I heard you're going home
I heard it on the telephone
I broke rules of astrology
I owe you an apology
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry

The last thing that I said - I meant it truly
I know you heard cuz that day you crossed right through me
You know I loved you truly, ooh,
But we don't love one way do we?
No we don't love one way do we?

Written by:
Chris Garneau

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