Your hands are corn, your lips are turning blue, you're shaking.

This fragile heart, so heavy and my chest is breaking.

And in the dark, you try to make a big phone call to me.

You're miles away you're breaking up your heart.

your own.

It's hard to take.

I need an hour just to say hello.

But I can't let the truth of this work out for you and me.

And for all the pennies in your pocket, you barely get a second

Just to speak.

through scars

This time?

I have made up my mind.