Cracked Glass Calls

Under the fluorescent glare,

staring down at the floor With a cracked phone screen in a

glass conference room I'm still waiting here,

though you don't

call anymore (ooh-ooh)

My roommate heard us fighting through the drywall paper-thin

She offered me some tea but I just locked myself back in

Now the rain is hitting windows in this office after dark I'm

staring at the web of cracks where the glass lost its spark

I dial the digits then I wipe away the smudge But my

thumb is getting weary and the screen is cold to touch (here

we go)

Under the fluorescent glare,

staring down at the floor With a cracked phone screen in a

glass conference room I'm still waiting here,

though you don't call anymore (yeah)

The cleaning crew is sweeping up the lobby down below

While I pretend to analyze the charts I'm supposed to know

But every single shadow looks like someone at the door I've replayed

our last conversation eighty times or more

Under the fluorescent glare,

staring down at the floor With a cracked phone screen in a

glass conference room I'm still waiting here,

though you don't

call anymore (ooh-ooh)

Just a cracked phone screen...

In a glass conference room... (ahhhh)