I hate my low moments.
Those moments when I try not to but my eyes find your name and my finger dial your number
These days it never goes through anymore
All I hear is a beep then a silence I will never fill with words
I dont want you to pick up.
I dont want your voice to warm up my heart again.
It grows so cold in the silence thereafter
Against my better judgement I keep dialing.
Hoping you'll pick up yet praying that you wont.
I really hope you dont use the kind of phone that stores calls that didnt get through
I dont know how I'll explain what business my fingers have dialing your number
What business my heart has wanting to hear your voice.
I have to admit, mindless hope is one of my bad habits
And you...are just another
- All My Bad Habits