sleep has poisoned me with drunken insecurities. i've 
forgotten why i've called you. maybe it's or maybe just 
to let you know. i've got no one to talk to. i've got no 
one to talk to. it's just as well that you let me go, at 
least you've got a story you can tell to all those guys 
who pull up your shirt and rub your thighs. well i guess 
i just called to say 'hi.' staring at the phone, i'm 
wondering if you've gotten home. maybe you've always been 
sleeping. i'll give you one more try, maybe just to say 
goodbye. i'll find someone to live through. i'm bored of 
myself only wanting to be you. i'm intimate with your 
machine, i memorize what it says to me: 'kate and i are 
busy right now. but i'm sure we'll get a hold of you 
sometime.' i guess i called to say 'hi.'