(no subject)
you drink your coffee in the night
caffeinated hours of television
you try to get yourself together
renew that old subscription to a vision
telephones and chiming doors
"something here is sinister, i know it"
she said you left a year ago,
and said you never will regret you've done it
and you don't want to know that you still love her
and if you do you'll never let her know
but telephones still catch you thinking of her
you're dialing her number by default.