I fucked up again by letting you pretend there was
something when the whole time nothing ever existed
we'll keep up false connections through the phone lines
of faulty wire and blown transformers replicate the
sound it takes to move through the cables there nothing
there I want to hear in-between waking up and sleeping
through there was little less than nothing that I could
do but many times I think you tried just to turn me
on and many times I think you cried just to lead me
on right now I'm dying in my bed you'll make sounds
and rape the reasons and reassure yourself I wont hang
up. Concentrate and duplicate the same mistake to perfection
explaining you as I turned away you turned to stay