Collect To NYC - Heatmiser

You’re a silence on the phone

You’re a song with just one f***ing note

And I’m clued out cold

Like an off-color joke

Call collect to NYC

Everybody learns eventually

To go hang it up

You go hang it up

It’s really really easy

Yeah I put your letter down

But this graffiti finds its way around

I want to talk

Why you want to stop?

It’s impossible for me

So here’s my trick, when I hear your «hello»

I know I’m listening to alcohol

Oh, I’m drunk on a call

Heard you found some other guy

Some high note you thought I couldn’t hit

But I never tried

No I never did