Winter Buskers standing by the door

Pick, pick me out of 7 billion people
I'll be here no matter how long it takes
I'll be waiting
Give, give me a ride
To your beautiful future
I'll do anything you want me to do
Just take me with you dear
Dinner's ready
Honey come home
But phone never rings
I'm standing by the door
Take, take it away
Away from everything I have
Bury it deep beneath the ground
Don't tell me where it is
Leave, leave me alone
No one cares if I'm dead or alive
Slowly breathe me in
Never let me out
Letters sent out
Feelings disappeared
I will write again
To someone I used to be
Dinner's ready
Honey come home
Phone never rings
I'm standing by the door