Wednesday, August 31, 2011

"That Call"


I light a cigarette
I watch it burn to the end
I feel no different than before
What am I asking for?

I'm pushing... pushing...
I ache for understanding
but the words won't come out
I can't write these words...
there's so much I want to say with this
but I can't concentrate

I keep waiting for that call
To have a chance to say the things
I can’t find the words to explain
I keep waiting for that call
My phone sits there and never rings
The feeling makes me go insane

I take shots for the burn
I drink until there’s no more
Now I just feel worse than before
What am I looking for?

I’m begging… begging…
For you to just make that call
Put me on the spot and
Make me speak my mind
There’s so much I need to say to you
But I can’t formulate

I keep waiting for that call
To have a chance to say the things
I can’t find the words to explain
I keep waiting for that call
My phone sits there and never rings
The feeling makes me go insane

There are so many letters unsent
Make that call so I have to explain

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