Operator

The street smells like glycerin                                               

There’s something sweet on me tonight

And my brothers bike

The air is like honey

It’s thick and it’s sticking to my ride

The pedals stop at the

Dial tone                                                                                

Got no quarters

To atone

From this payphone

So alone

It’s why I loiter

Oh Operator

Age is a numbers game

And I lost cause you’re throwing me away

Why judge a guy by his birthday?

Is that you paging me?

I know it’s lame but I’m only 23

I’ll get a phone when I need one

 

Dial tone

Got no quarters

To atone

From my payphone

So alone

It’s why I loiter

Oh, Operator!

 

But girl I need you now                                             

It’s the only moment that I know                                                      

Won’t you please accept my charges

 

This was a bad idea

And now I’m really late for work

I’m just a grocery clerk

It’s just a stop for me

On the greater highway that I see

My whole life’s ahead of me

Humble Humans

Humble Humans is a Digital Maker of things in Asbury Park, NJ.