Vandals - S.w.m.

I'm kinda desperate.
You might have sensed it
From the tone of my voice.
It's a disaster.
I got no answers.
I'm kinda left with no choice.

I'm doing lotsa nothings
Here with a lot of no ones,
Praying for the phone.
This solitude is creepy.
It really is unpretty,
A grown man alone.

We could meet for coffee,
Or go to the fair.
I don't even like to do those things,
But I'm gettin' kinda desperate here.
Just call me!