Voicemail

Nothin' short of hell to pay|If she's the one that gets away|He will be no longer her concern||The joker in a parlor game|The queens about to board a plane|The house can never be full without her|Memories of sunny days unfold|He's all mixed up and left out in the cold||He's tryin' everything he can|To make himself a better man|One more chance is all he'll ever need||Hopin' that she'll turn around|Come back home and take her crown|He's got to get to her before she leaves|On the runway tryin' to flag her down|As an airplane leaves its shadow on the ground||(chorus)|He's runnin', he's runnin', he's scared to death|Yellin' and screamin' and out of breath|Come back down|Farther and farther it starts to fly|Higher and higher into the sky|Come back down||Had his foot in his mouth |So he tripped and fell|Now he's biting his tongue|And it starts to swell|When he falls, breaks his phone|Straight to voicemail||While she calls many times|As she waits at home|While he's chasin' a plane |She was never on|Said she chose not to go|On his voicemail|Check your voicemail||(repeat chorus)|