Annabelle

Annabelle, pick up the phone

I'm calling from the kitchen

We just never seem to listen when we're sharing the same room

I'm not sure anymore what might get your attention

Everyday you see me less than you did just the day before

Out there in the garden, motionless for hours

It's just like there's a statue dressed in Annabelle's old clothes

And part of me's afraid to wake you from the dreams you're having

Scared the scattered pieces won't come back together whole

Annabelle, come back to me

I'm calling you from home

Annabelle, come back to me

I'm living here alone

Another quiet evening

That book that you've been reading's open

But I don't believe I've seen you turn a single page

Even here right beside you

I barely recognize you

You're like a photograph I'm watching fade away

I want to shake you

I'd prefer that you were angry with me

You're like a bird now, looking lost without a cage

And I don't know what to call it

I'm not sure who could solve this problem of a disappearing girl

Oh Anna, stay

Annabelle, come back to me

I'm calling you from home

Annabelle, come back to me

I'm living here alone

You're in the bathroom with the flashlight

You're trying to weight your shadow

You say it's gotten heavy

Hard to drag across the floor

Same scene we had last night

And I still don't know what happens to you

I just stand here useless

Sometimes listen through the door

The ringing in your ears has gotten worse

It's hard to take

You say it sounds like heavy traffic

As we're climbing into bed

And I believe I almost hear it

I know better than to touch you lately

Praying I don't wake up to the car crash in your head

Annabelle, come back to me

I'm calling you from home

Annabelle, come back to me

I'm living here alone

Annabelle, come back to me

I'm trying to get through

Annabelle, come back to me

Or take me there with you