Letra da Música Divorce and The American South de Aaron West & the Roaring Twenties

Hey dianne
Could you pick up the phone?
I know that you're listening
Baby, I know that you're home
And I know where I went wrong
Don't you leave me alone
Could you pick up the phone?

I'm lost at a truck stop somewhere in the south
I don't know where I'm going, but I'm figuring it out
I locked myself in this phone booth
Read you the number aloud

Now, I'm waiting it out
If I lay here long enough, maybe
The bugs will eat me whole
If I stay here long enough, maybe
The night would take me home
I won't let go, even if you say so
No, I won't let go

Hey, dianne
I've been trying to quit
I went from pack and a half
A day to this e-cigarette bullshit
It don't give me what I want
But it stops them coughing fits
Oh, I know how you hate it

Hey, dianne
I know I fucked up
It's just when we lost the baby, I kind of shut off
I know I never listened
I wasn't there for you enough
I'm a fuck up
If I lay here long enough
Maybe the bugs will eat me whole
If I stay here long enough
maybe the night could take me home
I won't let go, even if you say so
No, I won't let go

I had a dream I flew back north
And the plane went down before we hit new york
You didn't come to the funeral
You didn't come to the funeral
I hope you'd come to the funeral
I hope you'd come to the funeral
Hey, dianne