French Toast On Telephone Wires

I'm wearing a t-shirt that belonged to you
and those lacy, red panties that turned you on
eating cold french toast
and watching black and white films in the afternoon
It's just the right kind of dark with the shades drawn against the sun
and just the right kind of quiet
that makes me miss you
I'm waiting for the phone to ring
It's you
but what do you say to a 10 foot millionaire high on the world?
"I'm eating cold french toast..."