This is a song about "Kiss me thru the phone"

The bitch is back at her house sitting by the phone

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

But they dont even know what the hell i been thru

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Pardon me miss, can you blow me a kiss?

You didn't even talk to me on the phone

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

But no girls wanted to teach me how to kiss

Babe you know it gets no better than this

But i'm not worried

Give me a kiss on the cheek

Don't second guess it girl there ain't nothing to think about

I remember the phone call to my house my mom kicking me out,

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

He vanished just like a fad, no kiss, no phone,