No more Talk
Its taking every strength I haveNot to call
And I've gone through my phone book.
I've gone through them all.
The people
I used to be able to talk to
For hours on end
Don't satisfy.
I keep reaching for you
But its still a wound to mend.
And every number
And every name
I've gone through.
Postpone me from calling you.
She asks if I'm okay,
The one who occasionally shares my bed,
And I turned away.
I still pause when I see you
But nothings to be said.
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