Ring, ring,
Telephone.
Cry me your sorrows because someone is calling.
You have the numbers.
I have the phone.
The cable in between us runs longer on and on.
Stretching round telephone poles,
under bridges,
over manholes,
I call you from far away,
so that if I get rejected then I can say:
Well thanks, I'm sorry, Guess this is goodbye.
Because then I'll be crying,
and I'll probably want to die.
But at least you won't hear me,
because I'll be so far away-
Is this what I wanted?
Or did I just want you to stay.
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