our phone has this habit of ringing -
just a little...
we say it talks to itself -
to the phone across the hall -
it does the same thing, sometimes...
i'm so used to it i don't even hear it -
or didn't -
but now i jump at the sound -
feel my stomach knot up -
same knots when an envelope appears by my inbox/
same knots when i hear the sound of a skateboard
(sk8tboard)
on the pavement below/
same knots when someone gives me a chance to say your name//
i've come to hate the phone,
hate my email, hate my dreams/
hate every kid who's skating and isn't you -
come to hate myself, sometimes -
because i'm not you either/
and i'm not me anymore -
and i used to want to fill my mouth up with you -
but realized too late -
you're still full of her.
and so i'm empty without you -
jumping at the half ring of a phone.
[This message has been edited by greyspace (edited 14 November 2001).]
just a little...
we say it talks to itself -
to the phone across the hall -
it does the same thing, sometimes...
i'm so used to it i don't even hear it -
or didn't -
but now i jump at the sound -
feel my stomach knot up -
same knots when an envelope appears by my inbox/
same knots when i hear the sound of a skateboard
(sk8tboard)
on the pavement below/
same knots when someone gives me a chance to say your name//
i've come to hate the phone,
hate my email, hate my dreams/
hate every kid who's skating and isn't you -
come to hate myself, sometimes -
because i'm not you either/
and i'm not me anymore -
and i used to want to fill my mouth up with you -
but realized too late -
you're still full of her.
and so i'm empty without you -
jumping at the half ring of a phone.
[This message has been edited by greyspace (edited 14 November 2001).]
