The Telephone


I hear the sound, the ringtone made of broken sobs

I am by the phone, we play the game of lies and pain, like we always do.
Ring ring mister, pick up the phone
Cord wrapped around my fingers tightly
Do you run your fingers down her spine like you do to mine.

I hear the lilt in her voice and the shiver in yours

Mister, tell her the same lies even though I still have a part of you

Maybe I'd make someone else mine, feelings for you but a different face

Ring ring, my heart dailed the wrong number

I can't seem to put you on the my blacklist

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