Everybody's Tempted to Spill a Good Secret

The telephone walked over to where I was sitting
and asked sweetly if it could assist me
It's hard being tone deaf
and I knew the receiver smelled
like a hot mouth would feel on a burn
I looked awkward in my jail issue jumper
I craved attention.

Now that the continents are shifting back together
things seemed to make more sense
Sifting, drifting, the point is we're isolated
My chair may have been cozy
but the dim lighting wasn't convincing
There was room for the phone and I if it could keep secrets.