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KIAN

Telephone

 

Telephone

(Album: BLISS - 2019)


Uh, hello, is this Kian?
It's your boss calling
Yeah, ah, um
You haven't seemed to turn up to work the last few days
And it's, ah, becoming a big kinda thing
Uh, I'm sorry, Kian, but, ah, you're fired

Yuh
Each day gets better and better
And when I pick up the telephone
I can't wait to hang up

Abusing my talent, excuses ain't valid
We're both gon' end up six feet down in a casket
But wait, was I worth it? I'm a freak in a circus
Can people see my struggles peeping through the surface?
'Cause my memories keep lurking
Don't know why I keep
Ignoring them on purpose
Inside a fire burns
Stay connected with my furnace
Yeah, and all this slum
All just because your feelings went numb

Kian, I don't know what you're doing
You gon' keep ignoring me?
What you tryna do, huh?
I know I gave you time there, Kian
But I tell you right now it's over
I ain't gonna do this shit no more
So you're really not gonna answer me this time, uh?

Yuh
Each day gets better and better
And when I pick up the telephone
I can't wait to hang up
Hang up
Each and every single day gets better and better
And when I pick up the telephone
I can't wait to hang up

What the hell just happened?
Struggling to fathom how I spent so long
Searching for sadness
Crying on my matress
You just left me where you found me
In the thoughts I drown in
Soaking all the bad shit
Yes, it's just a habit
Understand you had to go and break it up
Had to go and tamper with the settled dust
'Cause you couldn't keep up
You couldn't find love in what we had
My mind is a slum
All just because your feelings went numb
Your feelings went numb
Feelings went numb
Feelings went numb

Yuh
Each day gets better and better
And when I pick up the telephone
I can't wait to hang up
Hang up
Each and every single day gets better and better
And when I pick up the telephone
I can't wait to hang up

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