now

Dealing by not dealing
How quaint
How abrasive
You said you wanted to be friends
You said that you wanted to keep on talking

But as soon as I put you to the test
As soon as I make it your respnsibilty to call me
I don’t hear form you
I don’t hear a thing
A deafening silence fills the fisher that is growing between us
And if you don’t hurry up we will never be able to talk again

But the chances of you reading this are slim
So this is really just my call out into the dark
Hoping that you might here me
At your table set for one