Never Trust Wal-Mart Employees With Y's In Their Names
I'm still waiting, constant pacing, point your missing, let's just be friends. I'm still looking, gut your hooking, stop the bleeding, pick it up and end . . .I bent this broken heart around the frivolous,
Marked, the disease given to us.
Find your kindred spirit in her and cultivate sarcasm
with points of interest . . .
This is but a test . . .
I forgot her name, her number, and her face,
her smile I chalk up, mythology.
I remember questions, moments, and non-meetings
The myth was buried years ago.
Heart is burtning, constant yearning, with no response, dial tone; it ends. Now I'm calling, cause your frowning, you're just a kid, pick it up and end . . .
I swallowed my heart years ago.
Marked the absence felt by us.
Find your kindred spirit in us and cultivate sarcasm
with point of interest . . .
I forgot her name, her number, and her face,
her smile I chalk up, mythology.
I remember questions, moments, and non-meetings
The myth was buried years ago.
Here I'm sitting, heart still willing, point you're missing, telephone friend. Heart is burning, constant yearning, with no response, dial tone; it ends.
Wish you'd call, my soul is raw, beat yourself up, telephone friend. I'm done looking, this is bullshit, need a release, let's talk again . . .
Can't I just call again?
Can't we be friends?
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