Voicemails
Hey, it's me
It's 3 A.M.
You're out again
I wish you would have called.
But I'm not mad
A little sad.
Is it so bad I worry?
Hurry home.
It's not safe out there alone.
Me again.
It's 5 A.M.
The sun will be up soon.
No sign from you.
Couldn't sleep.
Thoughts too deep
with wonder
What you're under
In a ditch
Or beneath covers of another.
Let me know you're on your way.
Say you'll stay
Say anything.
Third times a charm.
Morning alarm.
But still no you.
Are you ok?
Are you alive?
Were you out all night?
Talk to me.
Let me in.
Something isn't right.
We don't feel like we used to.
Please, I don't want to fight.
Another night alone.
I can't do this anymore!
I'm sick of talking to my phone
I'm sick of feeling so unsure.
If you love me, make a peep
So I can get some fucking sleep.
Do you care?
Are you there?
You said that you'd be chill
You promised you'd stay in.
But I'm waiting on you still
Please tell me where you've been
And let me follow
Feel so hollow
Like those pills you always swallow
I'm so tired
Yet feel so wired
You better fucking grovel on your knees
Please!
When did we become this?
I miss...
I miss us.
*Caller cannot be reached. Mailbox is full.