i'm sick of talking to your voicemail. the sound of your name isn't nearly the same as your laugh, and it's an awful shame that we can't curl in to blankets and get lost in conversation. i'm always on my toes to hold myself up from the edge of my seat; how long will he be mine before technology rips him away?
for someone so close, you feel awfully far away.
i'm hooked.
just wish you'd reel me in
and keep me near.
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