When I Hang Up

Can you tell that something's wrong?

I've kind of felt it all along

I try to pick my brain, pretend that I'm sane

But can you tell that something's wrong?

I'm waking up to bad news

And growing numb to all the views

'Cause when I go away

I lose my head every day

Waking up to bad news

My home is the telephone under the streetlight, most nights.

And I've grown with these moments alone that last a lifetime

When I hang up.

I seem to choke on every word

And bite my tongue on every verse

I try to skip the page, move on to better days

But still I choke on every word

My home is the telephone under the streetlight, most nights

And I've grown with these moments alone that last a lifetime

When I hang up

My home is the telephone under the streetlight, most nights.

If I let go of these burdens I hone, I'll lose a lifetime

When I hang up

Can you tell that something's wrong?

I've kind of felt it all along

I try to pick my brain, pretend that I'm sane

But can you tell that something's wrong?

My home is the telephone under the streetlight, most nights

And I've grown with these moments alone that last a lifetime

When I hang up

My home is the telephone under the streetlight, most nights

If I let go of these burdens I hold

I'll lose a lifetime

When I hang up

When I hang up

I try to pick my brain, pretend that I'm sane

When I hang up.