Baby Hotline
Jack Stauber's Micropop Lyrics


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Baby Hotline, please hold me close to you
Baby flatline, still time to do it too (ha-ha-ha!)
Baby snack time, chow down to earth
But in your head she′s a

Hoarder of quarters
And no boundary boredom-dom
Boundary boredom!

I contend that your drinking eye has never opened
I insist somebody will die, and I hate hoping
Wishing that the pills let you cry, and I hate coping
Someday I will go back outside and see her, okay

(Hotline!)
Hung up and put it on hold! (old)
(Hotline!)
My line is getting cold! (o-o-old)
(Hotline!)
Hung up and put it on hold! (o-o-old)
(Hotline!)
(Oh, uh, I'll try again though)

Baby Hotline, please dial nine to get out!
No flatline, what were you scared about? (Ha-ha-ha!)
Baby sat by and felt the wind
At least I called her a

Hoarder of quarters
And no boundary boredom-dom
No boundary and boredom!

I contend that your drinking eye has never opened
I insist somebody will die, and I hate hoping
Wishing that the pills let you cry, and I hate coping
Someday I will go back outside and see her, okay

(For a while)
(While, oh) (hahahahahaha)
(For a while)
(While, oh)
(Hotline!)
Hung up and put it on hold! (-Old)
(Hotline!)
My line is getting cold! (O-o-old)
(Hotline!)
Hung up and put it on hold! (O-o-old)
(Hotline!)

Numb, feel burning with haste
And I′m realizing now it's a terrible waste
I feel numb, I've been burning with haste
And I′m realizing now what a terrible waste
I feel numb, I′ve been burning with haste
And I'm realizing now it′s a terrible waste
I feel numb, I've been burning with haste
And I′m realizing now it's a terrible waste
I feel numb

What a waste

What a waste

What a waste

Sunbathe ′til morning time
And your e-eyes
Will open wide
(What a waste)
Oh baby, nevermind
And my si-ight
Oh, run and hide

I can say
Oh, wrap it in with cinnamon (what about)
I've been dead
Oh, wrap the trouble now (ha ha!)
I feel so good
Ring won't bend (and you did it)
Thinking bent, oh
I won′t stay more anymore, oh I don′t even think about it

Oh, you know I don't
Oh, you know I don′t
Oh, you know I don't
Oh, you know I don′t

I hate hoping, oh-oh-oh
I hate hoping, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh




I hate hoping, oh
I hate hoping, oh

Overall Meaning

In "Baby Hotline" by Jack Stauber's Micropop, the lyrics start off with the singer wanting to be close to someone, or maybe an underdeveloped romantic relationship. It then becomes evident that the person they are singing to is dealing with some kind of addiction. They refer to this addiction using the phrase “hoarder of quarters” to indicate that the person is hoarding money for their addiction. The next line talks about boredom, suggesting that the addiction creates a monotonous cycle that keeps the person trapped.


The middle section of "Baby Hotline" talks about the singer's struggle to watch the person they care about suffer from addiction. They suggest that the person has never truly seen the world for what it is because of the addiction. The line "somebody will die, and I hate hoping" could mean that the singer is worried someone they know will die from an overdose. They then express their desire to one day go back outside and see their loved one.


The final part of the song features the repeated phrase “What a waste.” The singer is lamenting their feelings, which have been wasted on someone who they cannot help or might never change for the better. The song ends with the phrase "I hate hoping," which may imply that the singer has lost hope that the person will ever overcome their addiction.


Line by Line Meaning

Baby Hotline, please hold me close to you
The singer is asking for emotional closeness and comfort, possibly from a romantic partner.


Baby flatline, still time to do it too (ha-ha-ha!)
There is an opportunity to form a connection that has not yet been taken, and the singer laughs sarcastically at the idea.


Baby snack time, chow down to earth
The singer may be suggesting that it's time to take a break from lofty ideas or unrealistic goals and focus on more tangible things.


But in your head she's a hoarder of quarters and no boundary boredom-dom, boundary boredom!
The person that the artist is addressing may be overly concerned with money and material possessions, leading to a cycle of feeling bored and unfulfilled despite having many things.


I contend that your drinking eye has never opened
The artist thinks that the person they're speaking to has never seen things clearly due to some sort of addiction or preoccupation.


I insist somebody will die, and I hate hoping
The singer believes that someone close to them will pass away, but they don't want to accept it or hope for the best.


Wishing that the pills let you cry, and I hate coping
The singer may be struggling with mental health issues themselves, and they wish they could cry to release their emotions instead of just trying to cope.


Someday I will go back outside and see her, okay
The artist is hopeful that they will be able to reconnect with someone they care about after a period of being isolated or feeling unwell.


(Hotline!) Hung up and put it on hold! (old)
The artist is getting frustrated waiting for a response from the person they're trying to reach and is considering giving up.


My line is getting cold! (o-o-old)
The artist feels like they're losing touch with the person on the other end of the line, both physically (because it's taking a long time to reach someone) and emotionally (because the connection isn't as strong as it once was).


Baby Hotline, please dial nine to get out! No flatline, what were you scared about? (Ha-ha-ha!)
The singer is using a play on words to suggest that the person they're addressing might be stuck in some situation and not know how to get out of it. They make light of this situation by laughing sarcastically.


Baby sat by and felt the wind, at least I called her a hoarder of quarters and no boundary boredom-dom, no boundary and boredom!
The artist makes a reference back to the beginning of the song, but this time they don't attribute the negative qualities to a particular person. They also seem to be acknowledging that they may have been overly harsh before.


Numb, feel burning with haste
The singer is feeling overwhelmed and dissociated from their emotions.


And I'm realizing now it's a terrible waste
The singer is becoming aware that they've been wasting their time or effort on something that isn't worthwhile or is causing them harm.


Sunbathe 'til morning time and your eyes will open wide
The singer may be suggesting that some time spent relaxing and taking care of oneself could help them see things more clearly or gain a new perspective.


(What a waste) Oh baby, nevermind, and my sight, oh run and hide
The artist is lamenting their wasted time and energy but also trying to move past it and not dwell on it.


I hate hoping, oh-oh-oh, I hate hoping, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, I hate hoping, oh, I hate hoping, oh
The artist is emphasizing a strong dislike for feeling hopeful or optimistic because it can lead to disappointment and pain.




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Lyrics:

Baby Hotline
Please hold me close to you
Baby flat-line
Still time to do it too
(Ha-ha-ha!)
Baby snack time
Chow down to earth but in your head

She's a hoarder of quarters
And no boundary boredom-dum
Boundary boredom

I contend that your drinking eye has never opened
I insist somebody will die
And I hate hoping
Wishing that the pills let you cry
And I hate coping
Someday I will go back outside
And see her okay

(Hotline!)
Hung up and put on hold!
(Hotline!)
My line is getting cold!
(Hotline!)
Hung up and put on hold!
(Hotline!)
"Oh, uh, I'll try again"

Baby Hotline
Please dial "9" to get out!
No flat-line
What were you scared about?
(Ha-ha-ha)
Baby sat by and felt the wind

At least I called her a hoarder of quarters
And no boundary boredom-dum
Boundary boredom!

I contend that your drinking eye has never opened
I insist somebody will die
And I hate hoping
Wishing that the pills let you cry
And I hate coping
Someday I will go back outside
And see her okay

(For a while)
(While, oh)
(For a while)
(While, oh)
(Hotline!)
Hung up and put on hold!
(Hotline!)
My line is getting cold!
(Hotline!)
Hung up and put on hold!
(Hotline!)

Numb, feel burning with haste
And I'm realizing now it's a terrible waste
I feel numb, I've been burning with haste
And I'm realizing now what a terrible waste
I feel numb, I've been burning with haste
And I'm realizing now it's a terrible waste
I feel numb, I've been burning with haste
And I'm realizing now it's a terrible waste
I feel numb

What a waste
What a waste
What a waste

Sunbathe 'til morning time
And your e-eyes will open wide
(What a waste)
Oh baby nevermind
And my si-ight will run and hide

I can say
Oh wrap it in with cinnamon
(What about...)
I've been dead
Oh wrap the trouble now (Ha Ha!)
I feel so good
Ring won't bend (And you did it)
Thinking bent, oh
I won't stay more anymore, oh I don't even think about it

Oh you know I don't
Oh you know I don't
Oh you know I don't
Oh you know I don't

I hate hoping, Oh-oh-oh
I hate hoping, Oh-oh-oh
I hate hoping, Oh-oh-oh
I hate hoping, Oh-oh-oh



@localhamber

Lyrics of the hotline…..
Baby Hotline, please hold me close to you
Baby flatline, still time to do it too (ha-ha-ha!)
Baby snack time, chow down to earth
But in your head she's a
Hoarder of quarters
And no boundary boredom-dom
Boundary boredom!
I contend that your drinking eye has never opened
I insist somebody will die, and I hate hoping
Wishing that the pills let you cry, and I hate coping
Someday I will go back outside and see her, okay
Hung up and put it on hold! (old)
(Hotline!)
My line is getting cold! (o-o-old)
(Hotline!)
Hung up and put it on hold! (o-o-old)
(Hotline!)
(Oh, uh, I'll try again though)
Baby Hotline, please dial nine to get out!
No flatline, what were you scared about? (Ha-ha-ha!)
Baby sat by and felt the wind
At least I called her a
Hoarder of quarters
And no boundary boredom-dom
No boundary and boredom!
I contend that your drinking eye has never opened
I insist somebody will die, and I hate hoping
Wishing that the pills let you cry, and I hate coping
Someday I will go back outside and see her, okay
Hung up and put it on hold! (-Old)
(Hotline!)
My line is getting cold! (O-o-old)
(Hotline!)
Hung up and put it on hold! (O-o-old)
(Hotline!)
Numb, feel burning with haste
And I'm realizing now it's a terrible waste
I feel numb, I've been burning with haste
And I'm realizing now what a terrible waste
I feel numb, I've been burning with haste
And I'm realizing now it's a terrible waste
I feel numb, I've been burning with haste
And I'm realizing now it's a terrible waste
I feel numb
What a waste
What a waste
What a waste
Sunbathe 'til morning time
And your e-eyes
Will open wide
(What a waste)
Oh baby, nevermind
And my si-ight
Oh, run and hide
I can say
Oh, wrap it in with cinnamon (what about)
I've been dead
Oh, wrap the trouble now (ha ha!)
I feel so good
Ring won't bend (and you did it)
Thinking bent, oh
I won't stay more anymore, oh I don't even think about it
Oh, you know I don't
Oh, you know I don't
Oh, you know I don't
Oh, you know I don't
I hate hoping, oh-oh-oh
I hate hoping, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I hate hoping, oh
I hate hoping, oh



All comments from YouTube:

@Imthepr0blem

From what i've heard, this song is about a woman who got put on hold for 20 minutes on a suicide hotline, and was later found dead with a gunshot wound. The lyrics "hoarder of quarters" comes from when she would pick up coins off the street.

@ORANGEEOASIS

Cool

@ORANGEEOASIS

Not good but it’s interesting

@nuggie3905

@@ORANGEEOASIS Literally nobody cares my dude

@susbaggy7080

@@nuggie3905 bro chill if you don’t care don’t comment 🤷‍♂️

@nuggie3905

@@susbaggy7080 Thanks for the suggestion but I'll pass

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@jolynecujoh_

This sounds like a very well organized and planned anxiety attack

@sincerecinnamon

Feels like you went into something knowing you would have had a crisis and prepared yourself for it

@kakao-katze

When you haven’t had an anxiety attack in many years and then have one, so the anxiety has had time to practice music.
Someone puts a stethoscope to your heart like in the Santa Clause and they just hear your heart beating to the tune of Baby Hotline. Then all the doctors vibe and so do you. Then you start to wonder what the hell you were worrying about.

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