I wonder if you think of me like the way you used to
I'm hanging upside down
Don't wanna let you down again
Stole the moments on the telephone
Hold my breath until the dial tone
Ring, ring, ring to bring you back to me
Ring, ring, ring to bring you back to me
I'm looking up, under the stars
I'm split in two, sing to the moon, orbitting you like a satellite
The beatnicks had their poetry, but what do you know
Everyday, just scrolling like I lost all control, oh
I'd give the generation a new infatuation
If only I knew how to cope with the times
Oh, you stole moments on the telephone
Hold my breath until the dial tone
Ring, ring, ring to bring you back to me
Ring, ring, ring to bring you back to me
I'm looking up, under the stars
I'm split in two, sing to the moon, orbitting you like a satellite
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