can you tell that somethings wrong i ve kind of felt it all along i try to pick my brain pretend that i m sane but can you tell that somethings wrong i m waking up to bad news and growing numb to all the views cause when i go away i lose my head every day waking up to bad news my home is the telephone under the streetlight most nights and i ve grown with these moments alone that last a lifetime when i hang up i seem to choke on every word and bite my tongue on every verse i try to skip the page move on to better days but still i choke on every word my home is the telephone under the streetlight most nights and i ve grown with these moments alone that last a lifetime when i hang up my home is the telephone under the streetlight most nights if i let go of these burdens i hone ill lose a lifetime when i hang up can you tell that somethings wrong i ve kind of felt it all along i try to pick my brain pretend that i m sane but can you tell that somethings wrong my home is the telephone under the streetlight most nights and i ve grown with these moments alone that last a lifetime when i hang up my home is the telephone under the streetlight most nights if i let go of these burdens i hone ill lose a lifetime when i hang up when i hang up i try to pick my brain pretend that i m sane when i hang up 