Текст песни Alcohol, Women, And Misery - Digger

Scared to death of the telephone
Cringe at the thought of ever being alone
Ive got quite a lack of vertabre
To say the words that i know i have to say

Im burned out on your digital voice
I wish i didnt have to make this choice
Sometimes i wish i could fade away with you
Just me and you in a padded room

Were we doomed right from hello?
If its all my fault i guess ill never know
Where did all the good times go?
If its all your fault i guess well never know

I didnt want it this way
When will the timing be just right?
I know im running away
Im scared of being right
...i hope you catch me soon