Pick up the Phone | Song Lyrics Written by Me

 Pick up the Phone

The sound of your voice is like your tea: oh so sweet.

Am I asking too much to be your one best friend?

Looking forward to the day we finally meet.

Until then, more letters I promise you I'll send.

Can't stop listening to these sad songs on repeat.

It's not mutual; we don't have to play pretend.

Without you in my arms, I am so incomplete.

Every path I take toward you, I find a dead end.

You're like a blanket. Without you, nights are colder.

For you, I'll pack up my things and move to Boulder.

Each time he makes you cry, I'll give you my shoulder.

Let's lose track of time, forget we're getting older.

You don't want to see me escape from the friend zone.

I'm just scared to spend the rest of my life alone.

Tired of hearing "leave your message after the tone."

Honey, I'm begging. Won't you please pick up the phone?

I said my heart is yours for safekeeping.

Faster and faster it keeps on beating.

This deep cut you left me won't stop bleeding.

I'm outside. Crickets are all I'm hearing.

Now I'm standing at your door again. I'm knocking.

No answer, of course. I'm walking away sobbing.

I can't take this anymore. Why are you stalling?

Give me one reason. What's stopping you from calling?

You're like a blanket. Without you, nights are colder.

For you, I'll pack up my things and move to Boulder.

Each time he makes you cry, I'll give you my shoulder.

Let's lose track of time, forget we're getting older.

You don't want to see me escape from the friend zone.

I'm just scared to spend the rest of my life alone.

Tired of hearing "leave your message after the tone."

Honey, I'm begging. Won't you please pick up the phone?

I'm playing with fire, nearing the sun. I already know it's hot.

The problem is it hurts so much worse 'cause I've got a real soft spot.

I would hate to burden you; I act like everything is okay.

I know you don't care. But I still can't take my mind off yesterday.

I'm sitting in my car, all alone in this empty parking lot.

I'm thinking I should probably go back home, but I'd rather not.

Now I'm driving 'bout ninety-five at 2 A.M. on the highway.

I'm picturing all of the precious moments we shared on replay.

You left my message on read again. You told me that you forgot.

But let's be honest here. To you, I'm nothing but an afterthought.

Still, I forgive her. And I wish that she never be lead astray.

In the name of our almighty Lord and Savior, Jesus, I pray.

You're like a blanket. Without you, nights are colder.

For you, I'll pack up my things and move to Boulder.

Each time he makes you cry, I'll give you my shoulder.

Let's lose track of time, forget we're getting older.

You don't want to see me escape from the friend zone.

I'm just scared to spend the rest of my life alone.

Tired of hearing "leave your message after the tone."

Honey, I'm begging. Won't you please pick up the phone?

I love you more than I'll let be known.

Honey, won't you please pick up the phone?