Aaron West And The Roaring Twenties - Divorce And The American South lyrics

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 your number out loud. 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 bullsh**. 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 f**ed 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 f** 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...