Voicemails

A symphony of sounds,
clawing from your mouth,
oh how do we do these things?
biting nails and gripping teeth,
oh please don’t let go of me

The sky seems cooler without you in my mind
but I can’t shake this feeling
that something isn’t right.
Fluttering hearts, and tight chest
oh what a mess we have become

Oh, pick up the phone
these voicemails don’t hold me like they used to
Can’t get you out of my mind,
so bright
I think I’m going to die.

Carpets covered in various stains
flickering lights and pale blue veins
hope seems to lose it’s hold
I didn’t think we would spiral out of control

Down we go,
oceans cover us and lead us back home
spare your soul
because I will never get you alone
drink you up like my medicine

Colors flow
from the ink of my pen
like rivers of words
that we have left unsaid
tonight

Oh, pick up the phone
these voicemails don’t hold me like they used to
Can’t get you out of my mind,
so bright
I think I’m going to die

Running rivers
like running eyes
the fact that you left
wasn’t really a big surprise

How I wish I could hold your hand
bony fingers intertwined in sand
oceans between
but you don’t call

Oh, pick up the phone
these voicemails don’t hold me like they used to
Can’t get you out of my mind,
so bright
I think I’m going to die