Call Box

Lyrics for Call Box

What's better than a devil you know? A call away from empty words, Better left a dead end. Never imposed. A bitter never-come-to-terms. Closed off to your call box. A mental image you've come to loathe. You'll never seem to shake his voice. It's only at your lowest low you're all alone. Closed to your darling call box. I won't relive to revive your ego again. Nothing left to believe you'll learn from. Nothing left but to cut the line. A dead end, closed call box. Your mistake here to pick up the toll, A chance in hell says I might've called. A bitter never-come-to-terms. A part of me no better than you. Scars left from a hate unlearned. A tourniquet to deaden the hue, A consequence of which you've earned. At your lowest low you're alone. Closed to your darling call box. I won't relive to revive your ego again. Nothing left to believe you'll learn from. Nothing left but to cut the line.