Would it be alright
If every few late nights
I gave you a call?

This time I won't stall
I just want to tell you that I miss you
The objects of my endurance are few

I was hoping for some closure
I'll keep my composure
It'll hurt me more than you, I swear
My head keeps echoing your words, "I still care"

Sometimes I just want to hear your voice
Telling me that I was your first choice
Even through the cracks of a telephone
I'd feel less alone

After that we could sit in silence
I'll try to hide my reliance
At least I'll know you're there
Tell me that you still care

I could tell you that I miss how you lit my cigarettes
And how you crumble for silhouettes

You could tell me about your ex
And how your bodies would intersect
We could complain about the tortures of being untouched
I could tell you I miss the way our hands clutched

I could tell you that the grace of you left a void that my every thought trips up and falls through
But you'll probably misconstrue

I could tell you about how dull life has become since you left

This will be history to theft

I could tell you that I'm depressed
But you'll be unimpressed

Or we could just sit in a breakable silence
And let the connection be our defiance