I'm reaching for you
through these narrow wires
Can't you see me
My fingers squeezed so thin
like shadows on a wall
And you can't hear me
Don't turn around
Walk past this swinging reciever
cause all thats coming
is the dial tone
and maybe today's the day i realize
we all grow up alone.
1 comment:
oh hannah. wow. it made tears come to my eyes. since when do u read my mind??
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