Aaron West & the Roaring Twenties - Divorce and the American South

Hey, Dianne
Could you pick up the phone?
I know that you're listening
Baby, I know that you're home and I know where I went wrong
Don't you leave me alone
Could you pick up the phone?

I'm lost at a truck stop somewhere in the South
I don't know where I'm going, but I'm figuring out
I locked myself in this phone booth; read your number aloud
Now, I'm waiting it out

If I lay here long enough, maybe the bugs will eat me whole
If I stay here long enough, maybe the night could take me home
I won't let go, even if you say so
No, I won't let go

Hey, Dianne
I've been trying to quit
I went from pack and a half a day to this e-cigarette bullshit.
Oh, I know how you hate it

Hey, Dianne
I know I fucked up
It's just when we lost the baby, I kind of shut off
I know I never listened. I wasn't there for you enough
I'm a fuck up

If I lay here long enough, maybe the bugs will eat me whole
If I stay here long enough, maybe the night could take me home
I won't let go, even if you say so
No, I won't let go

I had a dream I flew back North and the plane went down before we hit New York

You didn't come to the funeral
You didn't come to the funeral

I hope you'd come to the funeral
I hope you'd come to the funeral

Hey, Dianne

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