Lyrics: C-C-Cut the telephone line Sever the connection So I'm coughing up the frayed wires Hanging by a thread Of pretending I don't care Got you wrapped up in the cables Sayin' "Are you still there?" Twisted up inside, externalize me Copper pieces fragment our memories Now it's all nylon, where I'm safe to be Pray my heart of steel someday sets us free Don't hang up the phone, I need you right now Even if the cord's almost shredded down Easy to forget, easy to drown out Soft like crackling glass, please enjoy the sound C-C-Cut the telephone line Sever the connection So I'm coughing up the frayed wires They think my antenna's on fire Now I'm blowing out the signals Of conveying desire I-I’m just a screen to admire Just a shell of a person Acting like its not dire That I'm- Hanging by a thread Of pretending I don't care Got you wrapped up in the cables Sayin' "Are you still there?" C-C-Cut the telephone line I think my antenna's on fire I-I’m just a screen to admire Can you see through my facade? I just wanna be desired C-C-Cut the telephone line I think my antenna's on fire I'm not just a screen to admire Can you see through my facade? The situation is dire! Oh, I wanna be everything you are... Lest I be forgotten and replaced... Old dysfunctional disgrace... Just look at me... (Don't break the signal...) Look at me... Look at me... Look at me, like no one else exists!! I set the stage, you're the start of my vision! I became famous with endless precision! Try to upgrade me, you know you'd regret it! 'Cause I'm always your number one, don't forget it! I render cracks on my screen superficial! You're bringing flowers to my grave, how abysmal! Tear out my heart and reduce me to tech! I'll just scream in the mic 'til my very last breath! Don't cut my telephone line! Please, stop my twisted-up mind! My stage is one of a kind! The show won't stop even if I'm robbed blind! You know you make my world bright! Just gaze upon my glistening smile! Don't brush me off, but if you do, I won't cry! I stay on top 'til the end of time!! C-C-Cut the telephone line Sever the connection, so I’m coughing up the frayed wires (I think my antenna’s on fire) I think my antenna’s on fire (I’m just a screen to admire) Now I’m blowing up the signals (Can you see through my facade) Of conveyed desire (I just wanna be desired!) I’m just a screen to admire, Just a shell of a person, acting like it’s not dire (They think my antenna’s on fire) That I’m hanging by a thread and pretending I don’t care (I’m not just a screen to admire) Got you wrapped up in the cables, (Can you see through my facade) Sayin’ “Are you still there…?” (The situation is dire…)
I did not make this song, all credit to kittydog Listening to this song as a Vee fictionkin is wild
