Pressed the seven sequenced silver panic buttons
The distress call that fall on a distracted short-wave signal

A metronome timed to my panic-stricken breathing
And a pulse conducted by our dying lines
You said my heart sounded like a payphone in the rain
Distorted, distant, scrambled and desperate

Oh, baby, I swear to God tonight I am sober
It's the reception between us that's failing
Everything's coming out all frenzied and confused
Ah, she's got what it takes to make collapsing a habit
And a dance out of a tantrum fit
It's tragic but I'm sobering up

Pick up the phone
Tonight I feel like the hero of a rusting war
My touch has the timing and precision of a car wreck

No use translating the trembles
They're symptoms of repetitive testing for fluctuation
If I come back home, I'm bringing back the bends
Ah, so give me a kiss
Ah, let me taste the reptilian appeal
Say it again, baby, come on
Oh, say it again
Does it get you hot?
Does it turn you on?
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Fucking say it again
Say it again
I get a little hysterical sometimes, oh, the panic
You shouldn't have been so sentimental
All that kicking and screaming
Everything I touch starts peeling
We malfunction like machines
Get up off the floor and answer the phone

I always wanted to be a big star
Didn't want to touch so hard
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I didn't mean to scream so fucking hard

Open the door
I am your deviant satellite
An orbit defected by the ballast of words

You're the reason
For collisions

I'm face down like a sailor washed up under your window
Tonight is a shipwreck
Navigating through disorder

Now every electric star hums like a telecaster
How punk rock is that?

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You're so oblivious
Baby, you're my oblivion
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