All I hear in your voice
is an echo of your true self bouncing
within this new hardened mask you call your face.
You call me just to say you are keeping your  distance,
you seem to be convincing yourself as the static thickens.
You want to know more of me,
but the truth would hurt you
even though you were the one who left me begging at the airport.
I can't tell you I have felt the very lips you dreaded for so long
I can't tell you that I've stopped thinking about you
every night I fall asleep,
because I fall asleep in his arms.