Ode to an Incoming Call

The phone rings
And it's not you
No, I do not want to renew
My subscription, good day
And screw you
Conspiracies stem from paranoia
Coming together like attracted
Raindrops on the windshield
You lost your phone
You lost your mind
You lost your love
Aliens
I left a message
A week or two ago
And diligently kept calling
But directed straight to voicemail
I listen to you say your name
Like guitar chords
They struck the right notes
In my heart
But I want to hear more sweet music
Oh god
No, look what you've done
I've rented a hotel room
In cliché-ville
Give me a call
Or give me a straitjacket
Because I'm going
Crazy staring at this phone
Call me back
Call me back
Call me back