Telephone

"My heart is heavy; mind is jogging, and she sits by the phone, tapping her fingers. She's disappointed by the ringtone she soon hears, because it isn't you" --Tyra Nicole

I stare at it
As it stares back at me
It lays, cold, idol--
Nothing to keep it company

I flip open the phone
And leave it until the screen turns black
I think to myself, phone in hand
"Where's her voice? When will she come back?"

Like a child anxiously waiting
I can't get it off my mind.
This one little phone call,
doesn't matter how short the time.

Anytime is a good time
as long as I get to hear you.
You voice is like the icing on the cake,
to let me know the day is through.

We can sit and discuss anything
and regardless of how bad i feel,
your voice carries away my worries
your voice ends the deal.

Its the last thing I hear at night
And the only thing I think about during the day,
aside from physically being with you, of course,
and the only possible way

to keep me moving forward
to make me want to come home,
so that I may relax with you
and talk on the telephone.

So I sit back and tap my fingers.
I keep waiting for my phone to ring.
And finally I recieve a phone call.
But what I hear now, isn't the same thing.

Thats not what i hear
when you usually call.
The person on the other side of the phone
isn't who I want at all.

I can't believe I'm waiting like this
and I can't believe how I feel.
But never have I desires something so passionately.
Never has my passion been so real.

One little voice for a few minutes
goes a really long way,
because at night, when I hear you voice,
It soothes my soul and I'm okay.

So Mr. Telephone,
please stop playing with my mind.
Please stop with all this nonsense
until she dials my line.

I'm not blaming you,
no not at all.
I'm not blaming anyone
I just want her to call.