Too Much
August 26, 2011My eyes are pouring out waiting for that call
The one I don’t want to answer
Because the caller is never there when I’m about to fall
But yet they are there to leech off me like a cancer
Like the enemy I can’t face
Or the past I can’t erase
Or that Alley way where there’s always a dead end
Cuz I’m too afraid to mend
The broken bridge that’s there becuz I always answer your phone calls
Becuz every time I try to cross the engine always stalls
You’re like the dream that’s unbelievable that ends when I wake
An adrenaline rush that pushes me until I break
But the phone rings before I do
And I’m praying to God that it might not be you
So I stifle my tears
And render my fears
Until i realize the voice I hear is surrounded by a siren that’s wailing
And I hear my heart failing
Becuz it’s a cop telling me you died in ur bathtub as ur blood pooled out and down the drain
And I feel like I got hit by a train
To stab me deeper he says you left a note saying you loved me and couldn’t stand to see me cry
So instead you chose to die
To stop me from staying up late nights waiting for all the calls to pick you up from the bars
And now I’m screaming to the stars
Until a pause says sorry wrong number and I don’t know where to begin
Until your voice enters the house and my heart jumpstarts again
But then I remember the reason why we haven’t spoken in so long is because I don’t love you
Posted by Jay Days.