Basement Christmas Lust

You left your jacket on the chair

I watch the dust motes in the air

Those Christmas lights burn all year long

Down in this basement,

something's wrong (yeah)

And on the fridge the sticky note stays bright

Your number faded in the yellow light

I stare at the phone and I wait for the ring But

silence is the only thing

It's a call that will not come tonight

Dancing with regret under the basement light Yeah the phone is cold

and the room is still If I could take it back,

you know I will (you know I will)

The denim smells of your perfume

A lonely shadow in the room

I read the ink from months ago

Too proud to let the feelings show

(oh no)

Just

a jacket on the chair...

Christmas lights... (no call is coming)