Telemarket Mishap - Dear and the Headlights

You have your own life, I know, but show up, you should

I’m disappointed, my vision blurs alone on the curb

Eight weeks since and it’s still the same

«Something just came up, I’m so sorry»

And maybe I’ve got needs that you can’t cure

But I’m waiting by the phone until I’m sure

Love like statistics, I’ve got a head full of hell alone in my thoughts

Kill the subject;

refine the joke, which ever prompts response

In the moments you laugh, it’s still not enough

You miss me, you can’t mean that

And maybe you’ve got needs that I can’t cure

We sleep in separate houses

A guarded head shapes the face and heart

So loss ain’t bad

I’m trading processing for sleep

So it don’t seem sad that I’m losing you

Blotch the face, blood vessels

Broken heart and canvas skin

Write it all out, you won’t ever quite describe it

Loaned to father for weekends and given back without the interest

Trivialize memories, dumb it down to make it fit

Syllables, grammatical, read and rewrite for the reader

All the bitter nights in my room alone

They won’t know all my secret problems

Or the love that overcame us both

An untold twenty-two year story

So it’s one tale and then another, I was saying earlier

A guarded head shapes the face and heart

So loss ain’t bad

I’m trading processing for sleep

So it don’t seem sad that I’m losing you

When are you coming home, so