Mincing words left and right,
I might cry tonight,
Can you call me,
Before I sleep,
When darkness gnaws on my feet,
Tell of better things,
New songs to be sung,
Old memories and having fun,
They roll one by one,
Off the comforter,
Down the sheets,
Through the mattress,
To the floor,
Tears of blue pour more and more,
Like riptides inside my chest,
I need desperately to get some rest,
...please call soon...