| she’s crossing out the details.
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| dusting off the picture frames, it’s saturday.
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| she’s been waiting for the phone to ring.
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| she’s been waiting all night.
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| but it doesn’t matter who’s on the line
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| as long as the voice works.
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| but you’re too scared of what you might say.
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| so you think it out on paper, hypothetical and safer.
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| while she’s thumbing through her catalogues,
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| picking birthday cards, her favourite stars.
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| i guess she’s lonelier than you.
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| and if this box is empty.
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| go out and find another one.
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| with a prettier design.
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| and greater depth inside.
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| and a lid to keep it all from spilling out.
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| and you can fill it up with letters.
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| back when things were better.
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| and both of you had blinders on
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| and story books together.
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| and you pretend it outweighs all the bad things.
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| and now she disconnects her phone, after the second ring.
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| and all the drama you can swallow.
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| never check your ego.
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| i guess no one’s lonelier than you.
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| and if this box is empty.
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| what if this box is empty.
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| what if if this box is empty.
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| what if this box is empty. |