[Lupe]

I just need a minute to replenish who I am

(And who I am is so dependent on exactly where we stand..)

I stand in any pose, anything but tippy-toes

Don't want you to feel smaller, always taller

Now I'm a cheerleader, she a baller

The difference in height isn't aight

I left my ego at the alter

Now every ring's a sting and everything I taught ya

Is coming back around to me, just like revolvers

And every single click is just hammering it home

Who knew Russian roulette involved answering the phone?

Until my signal dwindles or my channel is in roam

Or my cellphone dies or it's cancer in my dome

And dear nix the tone, as I pull my f**kin' pain out

One of your short nodes, might blow my f**kin' brains out

But you ain't even pick up, talking to myself

Exactly what you sick of...!



Feeling kinda restless, did you get my message?

It's swirling around and so

No, don't tell me that you care

When I know you're standing there

I left the story of my life on your answering machine

[Hook]

Hello, can you hear me?

Hello, are you there?

Hello, would you pick up the phone?

Hello, can you hear me?

Hello, are you there?



Hello, would you pick up the f**kin' phone!?



We were like, if a tree falls in the forest and

No one is around, does it really make a sound?

That's romantic and profound, but now

We're like lumberjacks holding the axes that brung it down

So now on your message, talmabout "Remember?"

Silence in return, that sound like 'Timber!"

There's some that can't see the forest because they're liars

But I can't see the forest cause of the fire

And in our prehistorics, the flowers was rooting for us

Brontosaurus ate the flowers, T-Rex ate the Brontosaurus

And then the T-Rex turned around and ate the florist

That's why I lost my FTD endorsements

But that's really not important

My sadness' a snitch, my melancholy informant

Despair wears a wire, my longing rapping a song

My worry is a rat, my lonely tapping the phone



Feeling kinda restless, did you get my message?

It's swirling around and so

I wanna give you reasons

Tell you what I'm feeling

But none of these lines are secure

No, don't tell me that you care

When I know you're standing there

I left the story of my life on your answering machine

My tears run off your shoes

Like waters from a goose

You try to wash off all the dirt

But your hands aren't getting clean



Hello, can you hear me?

Hello, are you there?

Hello, would you pick up the phone?

Hello, can you hear me?

Hello, are you there?

Hello, would you pick up the f**kin' phone?



To make-believers on receivers as you sit back and observe

As the rubber curly cord just absorbs all my words

Will you collect us then connect us or neglect us on the whole

Into the wall, then cross the wires on the telephone poles

Then bounces off the towers, then up into the satellites

Then falls down back to Earth to bring a broken heart back to life

Happens all the time, lost an appetite and lack of sleep

If it's dead and flatten line, I'll leave a message at the beep



Hello, can you hear me?

Hello, are you there?

Hello, would you pick up the phone?

Hello, can you hear me?

Hello, are you there?

Hello, would you pick up the phone?

Would you pick up the phone?

Would you pick up the phone?

Would you pick up the phone?



(Hello, would you pick up the f**kin' phone...?)