Why Won't You PIck Up

[absintheoding]

Here I sit,
Broken hearted...
Called you twice,
You haven't responded.

Why do I worry so much?
About a few sound waves.
Why do I care so much,
About whether or not you pick up?

It seems to me,
This always happens.
Mind you, not the situation,
But the over reaction a.k.a. anticipation.

There's always a legitimate reason:
You're in New York,
You've commited treason!?
You might have fallen on a salad fork.

Alright, alright,
It's not that extreme,
I mean New York,
That shit's pretty lame.

But seriously,
Why won't you pick up?
Is it really that hard

To calm your nerves,
Forget your fear,
Take a risk,
And answer my call?