this is me ripping my heart for you to see; don't shield your eyes

sometimes i think a place i've never been to sounds more like home than home.
maybe it's just the way i feel for things from that place.
and how it seems like maybe there's more of a bond there between people than people here.
"everyone is so fake here" and sweetie, everyone includes you.
i don't believe a word you say anymore.
everything is perfectly scripted and said at just the right time.
the laughs. the smiles. the sighs. the hugs.
it's all for your repuation.
too bad it's all on your back.
i wait for the phone ring and feel stupid leaving you another message.
just don't return the calls.
tonight i'll wish to sleep the whole night through, not for a phone call.


you and me.
we're so through.
but go on, drag it out.
it's only nails on a blackboard.
wait six months and find yourself lonelier than ever.
it's coming.
tick. tick. tick. tick.


but maybe, actually. just maybe, i might wait up for that call.