Suicide Hotline, Pt. 2 Lyrics

It's the dent in your smile
Causing the friction
It was never the sex
Just the affliction

I'm all about receiving it
And my television set is on it
It's too late for any real action
And my fluctuations grab me by the tongue

Just a piece of your led
Left in my meat, still
Such a terrible day
Just give me a reason

You take my call

I'm all about receiving it
And my television set is on it
It's too late for any real action
And my fluctuations grab me by the tongue

All tired of regret
You'll be soon to forget
That all my love is a lie
You caught a glimpse of my eye

It's the dent in your smile
Causing the friction