I called you today
while I was unzipping a suitcase
packing a past life away
and I was struggling to get through this
I listened to the phone ring
and prayed you'd answer to ease this hell
but the only voice I was getting
was your automated voice mail
A heart once ragged and tattered
was being held together with tape and glue
But you'd taken this heart once battered
and started repairing it to make it like new
So how come when the pain is getting to much
I'm still standing here all alone
left dreaming of your soothing touch?
I'll just leave you a message after the tone...