midnight phonecalls

[gnataes]

How do I tell you that I feel isolated,
or that I miss you and I still need you here,
without sounding desperate and delusional?
If only you would stop and listen

I’m glad I can still call you friend,
And that we can talk our throats dry,
(I’ve seen those donkeys missing legs)
Just like we used to when we were flying high
On morphine dreams and video games

The last real smile you showed me
Was during the winter before
If I think carefully it was
Frosted with the icing sugar
From the birthday cake I gave you

The roles have reversed slowly under my radar.
Now I’m the damsel in distress you've always needed,
Waiting for your rescue in that castle we built.
You’ve run out of time for me though

You can’t hear me over the cave-in
I’m not the only drug flowing through your veins
There’s one last scar on your porcelain skin

At this point in time, clearly
I've stopped being your superhero
Stripped of power,
Lying helplessly on the grass
You said it yourself:
"You no longer have the strength
To pull me from the fire"
Just for that alone I’m sorry
And I know you'd never ask

Sing to me one more time my dear,
once more before you hang up on me...