Hang the Telephone

Inspiration faded away and changed the signal on the station
So now I've got static on the radio, nowhere to go
This antenna it refuses to receive anything
Sick of being bitter, but it has been more than ten years of the same old shit
Of all the melodies that I could make evaporated into nothingness and I was left a useless dead weight
And then the phone rang...
Life, she called with melodies, ones I never thought I would hear her sing back in my twenties
And ready to hang the telephone, when all that I knew was dial tone, when I was broken
Down, my microphone echoed doubt as my opinion took off running heading south
Bottled up, but empty, fermenting in apathy, and anxieties, perpetually living redundancy
Sick of being angry, but it has been more than ten years of the same old shit
Of all the music lines that
I could rhyme and intertwine turn to nothingness and
I would stay a useless dead weight
And then the phone rang...
Life, she called with melodies, ones I never thought I would hear her sing back in my twenties
And ready to hang the telephone, when all that I knew was dial tone, when I was broken down
Isolated, voiceless, anxious
Hostility, darkness, hatred, 'til
Life, she called with melodies, ones I never thought I would hear her sing back in my twenties
And ready to hang the telephone, when all that I knew was dial tone, when I was broken
Life, she called with melodies, ones I never thought I would hear her sing back in my twenties
And ready to hang the telephone, when all that I knew was dial tone, when I was broken down
Na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na