The phone rings three times
I reach my head over the upstairs banister
Not answering feels like a crime
Then again it could just be another creditor
The answering machine picks up
The line goes dead
That's when I realize its you I didn't pick up
and I'll never know what you would have said
*69 to see who it was
of course you blocked it so I can't get yours
One more week before you'll give another buzz
Enough time to figure if your worth walking back through my doors
It's true I'm scared of what you might say
I mean its been two months without a word
Not even a hey
This distance between us has gone past absurd.
Yea, lately you've been on and off of my mind
and secretly I wonder if I've been on yours too
The thoughts of us good and the bad kind
make me uneasy and unknowing of what I should do
Sick again, I feel like dying
Depression is by far the worst disease yet
I'm so tired I feel like I'm flying.
Still your smile and touch I can't forget
Reminiscing about our past
wondering where we went so wrong
and why the two of us didn't last
for your touch, sometimes I long
The days have gone by so quick
At a point I didn't miss you at all
I miss you again only when I get like this; sick
And I'm tempted to pick up your call
I wish I could predict the future for us
And put the pain and hurt behind
There's so much, yet nothing left to discuss
And I'm wondering if I'm just being blind
I'll probably just pass out tonight
Not ready to make a move or a step
Not ready for another one of our old fights
All our secrets I will have forever kept.
