Taco And A Bottle

So glad you can't see me
As I’m sitting here
All alone in
This moldy room
With a taco
And a bottle of beer

I throw the phone
In the toilet bowl
So it won't start
The jingle-jangle
Of the telephone
Is like the jingle-jangle
Of my broken heart

I'm only breathing
So that I can sigh
Don’t try to call me
My ears are plugged
With two-ply

Now it's three weeks later
Imagine my surprise
Still sitting in
This clammy chair
Grass locks dangling
Into my eyes

I pull the wires
From the doorbell, yeah
So it won't start
The ring-a-ling
Of the doorbell, ah
Is like the ring-a-ling
Of my shattered heart

I'm only breathing
So that I can sigh
Don't try to call me
My ears are plugged
With dead flies

So glad you can't see me
As I'm sitting here
All alone in
This moldy room
Taco wrapper
Empty bottle of beer

I fish the phone
From the toilet bowl
And pull it all apart
The jingle-jangle
Of the telephone
Is like the jingle-jangle
Of my broken heart

I'm only breathing
So that I can sigh
Don’t try to call me
My ears are plugged
With dead flies