Planned Escape

When I learned
Of your planned escape
I sat there
And cried, as smoke filled the air
And I was comforted
I ate my tear soaked hamburger
Then I went on as if nothing happened
Telling anyone that I felt close to
And after a night with the guys
I called her to talk
But she was asleep and I had woken her
From her sleep
So I told her that it could wait
And she mumbled on
Before hanging up
I sat on the line for a moment
Thinking about her
Please come to me soon
Come to my arms, because
When the shit finally hits the fan
I’m going to need your love
Even if its only from pity