Shooting the lame horse

Late night phone calls don't mean a thing
just someone drunk dialing, ring ring
its not an emergency
don't need to have anxiety
Its just another phone call
stop over interpreting
Phone line is dead
Pale and cold
waiting for the obituary to be read
Necrophiliac coroner stowed away for another day
But leave back the watch full eye
of the manager, and the security cameras in the sky
some call them stars
i call them lies
paranoia sets in, but i still think i can fly