some news was spat at me from the receiving end of a pay phone
anonymous calls, i wish i heard it from you.
dirty plastic is different from your breath on mine
i wish, i wish, i wish.
your couch cushions remind me of
more than i want to know
and every song we ever heard and every character that we ever watched
reminds me of everything we got to know
someone who never arrives,
it's you
and every lap i've sat on,
i wish it were yours
every set of eyes i've accepted,
the pair wasn't your own
every word i've written,
i aimed it at you
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