I'm gonna draw you in like a bad phone call

I'm gonna draw you right in

I'll have my answer in the morning, yeah yeah

And confess all my sins



I've got the guilt of a father for you

I've got the guilt of the son

I've got the paper guilt of a spirit

Clean slate for everyone



I'll take a chance, I'll leave the light on

Until the lonely one

I'll leave the boxes on the kitchen floor

And then unlock the door



She is the girl right next door to you

With all the darkness inside

She pulls you in like a bad phone call

And you're left hanging on the line



And when these days are over

And when everything is gone

Even these memories and vague impressions of me

That's when I'll finally move on



I'll take a chance, I'll leave the light on

Until the lonely one

I'll leave the boxes on the kitchen floor

And then unlock the door