Sunday, August 23, 2009

Not a motion from the telephone Part II

I'm still waiting for your call. But I think you fell asleep already.
But you promised :(

Waiting for your, call I'm sick, call I'm angry
Call I'm desperate for your voice
I'm listening to the song we used to sing
In the car, do you remember, butterfly, early summer?
It's playing on repeat, just like when we would meet
Like when we would meet