All the Phones Are Broken In This House, Sir

I'm going to sleep now,
I'm going to sleep now;
Is that what you're doing?
My room's growing cold,
My room's growing cold;
No, that's not what you're doing

And yes, I was shaking,
You dropped me off after taking
My hand, saying "Stay with me, babe;
I'm gonna need a hand"

And there's no point in checking,
No, there's no point in checking;
You're letting me down gently.
I just don't understand how you could know that
And still reach out your arms to hold me.

But, it's alright,
I'll be just fine, yes;
I'm a quick recover
It's just, sometimes still when I try and sleep
Your ghost slips under the covers