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i watch the sun cross the floor

on level three of an apartment building

i sit in a wooden chair that creeks

and watch the day slowly pass on the edge of my seat

near the phone a yelling mute

it's painfully clear that a voice is trapped

screaming into a silent stare i see

and watch the day slowly pass slipping down to my knees



head caves into my hands

i hold on as long as i can And then the sun sets

and i crawl into bed

i lay in the dent where it's been..sinking in



i watch couples cross the malls

and wondering how far it is to down there

when i get up from the chair sundays

the calendar near by x'd out another week

dial tone turned into that sound

off the hook pretending that someone may have missed me

i constantly have to face these feelings Off the hook pretending that i'm the one too busy



head caves into my hands

i hold on as long as i can And then the sun sets

and i crawl into bed

i lay in the dent where it's been..sinking in



don't you understand

you never cared

and what that does

to someone who does

and someone who waits

someone with something to give to you and you won't take

so they carry all that weight

all their thirst for life loses taste

and they try so hard till some day...



i sit in a wooden chair that creeks

and watch the day slowly pass on the edge of my seat

speaking into a silent stare at me

it's painfully clear that a voice is trapped



head caves into my hands

i hold on as long as i can And then the tears begin

and they roll down your photo

i lay in the dent where it's been..sinking in

and they smudge your face But i cannot



i cannot

i cannot

i just cannot