Make A Plan To Love Me

I'm sitting by the phone.
Waiting for your call.
Because you gave me this spell.
Exclaiming wicked words
of love and obsession.

I hate you for that.
But no, I can't.

I just sit by this phone.
Watching little dusts dance with each other.
Mocking me of such closure that is so taboo.
I just want to spit into the sky, and pray
karma doesn't hit me back.
Making me feel that moisture
I turned to hate so well.

Where are you?
I just want to hear your voice.
I just deadly want to hear your voice.