Untitled As Of Yet Songtext

I've got a few hours to kill
(if they don't kill me first),
a television set with the sound off,
a stack of books my friends all recommend,
but I'm laying here staring at the same ceiling that's covered my head
for twenty-four years, almost twenty-five.
And the telephone won't stop ringing
and I can't find your number.
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