From 24C

Digits dial, digits dial... tone, monotone
 Has she been feigning sleeping?
 Framing she been all alone?
 Downslide on the sidewalk,
 I'm a distant ring
 Out of body, out of body,
 Pick me up, oh answer me
 I just hurried over
 Worried sick
 You might be sick.
 Gates are courting airplanes,
 And clocks divorcing ticks
 Before I left, thought I'd see you
 At the show, you didn't show
 Didn't message, didn't call
 You didn't know, didn't you know?
 I'm a liar too
 Uh huh, that's why I think I understand you
 Someone from your building holds for me a door
 I'm in your lobby, your elevator
 I'm on your floor, the second floor
 I can hear you now
 With my ear pressed to the paint
 You're playing that cassette tape
 That you took from me to take to Iowa
 And that was near three years ago
 Now I'm back up in that moment
 Playing that yardsale Casio
 I sang to you from a red room
 (Together we'll grey, grey, grey)
 Does he sing to you as well?
 Much better, most would say
 I hear him laughing
 But I prefer this to the silence
 When your lips are sealed against his
 Or he fills your thighs with kisses
 Or just for instance
 He's clawing your fat,
 Pushing your breasts into the mattress
 You'll love a good many men, mmhmm
 And loving me ain't gonna stop all of them
 Like Adam we are flawed
 In the image of our gods
 Of our fathers, who never bothered
 To consider they were not the only ones
 (Faith, ohhh...)
 Faith oh faith, is a way to believe lies that we need
 Then to be faithful is to be truthless
 But that's more than I need to say
 Oh just don't run off and get married
 And I'll surely be okay
 'Cause I love you
 They'll love a good many 'you's
 Gotta go now
 Pack my suitcase
 Glad that you're okay,
 And I love you, happy birthday,
 See you in sixteen days.