Mar 11, 2005 03:53
My eyes are stuck...
As yours often are.
On the door infront of me
and on the hallway past that
My ears are tuned
to the familiar ring of my phone
And to the voice Im waiting to hear.
My hands are extentions
And they shake with the love I have.
Call me.
Call me and tell me how much
how much you love me.