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I never done, only sold it to a couple of my friends, And now they're tellin' that they feel fineAnd it's a backwards way of thinkin', but it's all that I gotSo I will keep it in the back of my mindAnd it's a lonely conversation with a stranger I met, Askin' me what I'm gonna do tonightBut I will never sleep again so you can come on overI bet you fifty bucks this works out fineAnd it's a phone call that says you hate meYour boyfriend wants to know where I've beenBut it's a waste of time, you see, I've lost weight; My bones are practically stickin' through my skinAnd it's a question of religion, a question I want answeredIt's an answer that is in myselfBut I am absent, and I am hollowMost of the time I think I'm someone elseBut I am bored, just like a summer cop, Think what I'm doing's gonna make a differenceAnd I keep screaming, asking him to stop, But I doubt he will because he never listensMy bed is small, but I cannot complain, Because it won't, it won't make a differenceYou could come over, if that is what you decide, And we could both stay up, try to watch the sunriseSongtexteIt's a phone call that says you hate meYour boyfriend wants to know where I've beenBut it's a waste of time, you see, I've lost weight; My bones are practically stickin' through my skinAnd it's a question of religion, a question I want answeredIt's an answer that is in myselfBut I am absent, and I am hollowMost of the time I think I'm someone elseBut it's a phone call that says you hate me (Why do you hate me?). And your boyfriend, he wants to know where I've been (Why do you hate me?). But it's a waste of time, you see, I've lost weight; My bones are practically stickin' through my skinThrough my skin, through my skinBut it's a phone call that says you hate meYour boyfriend wants to know where I've beenBut it's a waste of time, you see, I've lost weight; My bones are practically stickin' through my skinAnd it's a question of religion, a question I want answered (I got questions)It's an answer that is in myself (I got questions)But I am absent, and I am hollowMost of the time I think I'm someone else Aus Songtexte Mania