Silent Dial

I stare at the green dot beside your name

Counting the minutes, playing this game (hmm-mmm)

It is midnight now,

the screen glows bright

My thumb hovers there,

catching the light

I type out three words,

then delete them slow

There are parts of me you no longer know (no you don't)

And my chest gets tight with the quiet space

Trying to remember the lines of your face (ahhh)

I could call but I know I shouldn’t

Yeah, I could call but I know I shouldn’t

Keep my hands to myself when they want to hold

Keep from looking for warmth in a hearth gone cold

(I shouldn't call)

Your sweater still sits on my wooden chair

Like a ghost in the room,

just hanging there

I wonder if you have a sweater of mine

Or if you drew a clean,

unbothered line

I could call but I know I shouldn’t

Yeah, I could call but I know I shouldn’t

Keep my hands to myself when they want to hold

Keep from looking for warmth in a hearth gone cold

(no, I shouldn't call)

No, I shouldn't... (shhh)