I waited in the emergency room for your call,
but it was quiet and I was shaking-
boiling blood and clammy hands don't mix well,
and eventually I erupted,
spewing bottled up grief and words I knew
I would want to take back, but you just make me so mad
and I needed you that day ice covered the back roads
to your house, I needed those warm, airy bluffs
you're so gifted with to thaw my numbing mind,
I needed your rough hands when the steering wheel ****** right
and I had lost all control of who I was and where I was going,
but you don't even know the story of why I have this gaping hole
that only your attention can fill,
and you don't know why I get goosebumps
when you stand up or tell me to grow up, because it all started
with a little girl who grew up too early- the problem now
is that you are the solution but I am
insoluble with everything you say.