The mirrors and the unacknowledged nods
Dial tones and license plates
The words you didn't chooseEverything the day's too small to hold
Spills on to the dusk
And shorts the evening's fuseSo you fumble for a voice
And sing happy birthdayRead it to yourself again
The stories always end the same
He can't stay and she won't run
And fear is where they're calling from
Staunch the blood from countless tiny cuts
We're all out of bandages
The heaters' rattle, tauntSifting through translucent shards of glass
Looking for a filament
That lit the life you want
So you stumble for the phone
Grasp the cord and pullWill your readership complain the stories always end the same?
She can't stay and he won't run, and fear is where they're calling from
Afraid is where you're calling from
Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.