The Caller from Ripe by Pretty Rude

Champagne on the coast of Spain awaits
(One of these days you’ll catch up)
The seizing of a heart which beats to break
(One of these days you’ll find-)
-It will get easier with time
(Left me like a smoke without a light)
Now the caller dropped the line
And so the party’s over
You heard it word of mouth
From a grifter undercover
And now you’ve wasted your whole life
Where’s the sense of solace I was sold?
(Maybe should’ve read the fine print)
“If you believed that, I’ll throw in a bridge at the price of a hit”
(Maybe next time you’ll try-)
-To grease the palm of the right guy
(Left me like a smoke without a light)
And the dial tone hums: “Hold Out”
I run in circles but I can’t quite figure it out
And now the party’s over
I heard it word of mouth
From a grifter undercover
And now I’ve wasted my whole life

• Rock
• Rock & Roll
• power pop
• New York