Estranged

I'm hiding in the lounges,
Of the immigrant-run motels,
I won't pick up no receiver,
Can't you tell?

What's got me acting this way?
I'm estranged.

The very sound of her voice,
Is like a blow to my head,
I don't want her alive,
And I don't want her dead.

What's got me talking that way?
I'm estranged.