When you cease to talk to me
I feel empty more than you imagine
My life seems to drain away
I sit and wait for you to call
Or drop me some long awaited text message
Then does my heart rejoice
Trying to slow my return text
Oh, she replied in 15 minutes
That means I have to wait at least 45
Eh, I managed 35, let's do it anyways
And thus we continue our beleaguered talk
I want to be near you
To talk in person
But without a prepaid gas card
That will definitely not happen
Though every weekend just might be possible
I will do my best to be around you
But my lips will invariably stray
Wandering away from you is unquestionable
Though how often is up for debate
I will do my best to make it less than once a week
I'm sorry for quitting you so quickly
I must be the biggest freak
That you have ever met
Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 8:27 PM UTC
When you cease to talk to me
I feel empty more than you imagine
My life seems to drain away
I sit and wait for you to call
Or drop me some long awaited text message
Then does my heart rejoice
Trying to slow my return text
Oh, she replied in 15 minutes
That means I have to wait at least 45
Eh, I managed 35, let's do it anyways
And thus we continue our beleaguered talk
I want to be near you
To talk in person
But without a prepaid gas card
That will definitely not happen
Though every weekend just might be possible
I will do my best to be around you
But my lips will invariably stray
Wandering away from you is unquestionable
Though how often is up for debate
I will do my best to make it less than once a week
I'm sorry for quitting you so quickly
I must be the biggest freak
That you have ever met
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