...jesus answer the phone
....just answer
I know you are lying there naked flipping the record to side b
I know you sense this swallowing of pride
dialing this number again
Written down in my head
We are not friends
Why don't I  cut myself open
Bleed on the outside for a change

Restrained
Unrestrained
Grazing fingers in the dark
I burn up skin seared
Arcing through your atmosphere

, your skin tasted like negative ions
And you scorched the back of my throat
Even the pain felt right
Can I put my hand in your flame again
Ive come back just to hear your voice
On the phone

"*******"