Funeral For A Friend

[Number dialed]
(Hello!?)
And there's the rub, we can talk for a while
But I have sweet nothings to say
You don't want me anyway, you don't want me anyway
So why, why should I stay?
So goodbye to you and your life
Your new best friends, your confidence
And I'll be here when you get home
Sitting halfway, away from nowhere
Praying for our lips to touch
Holding myself for a second
Just to catch you smile on this line
So goodbye to you and your life (two months, eight weeks)
Your new best friends, your confidence (turn my hours into days)
And I'll be here when you get home (when you get home)