Telephone

I hear a voice inside my head

A buzzing running down the landline

Hand me a telephone

The silence on the other side

I hear you breathing but you don’t say

What I’m hiding when I’m lying around

Tell me it’s a heartache

And I won’t need a neck brace

When you call me out

I get a ringing in my ear

I pull it over from the back seat

Grieving the last time you called me to talk

But I could not listen

I know now to listen up

Hold please, I can hardly remember your body

Have you gone too far?

You ask me, “What’s the difference?”

And lean in for the last kiss

And hang up the telephone

Oh, but I heard it all

Got the message loud and clear, my love