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Over the phone your voice means i'm not losing,
helps me grab my guitar and keep my finger moving,
since forever i've been hoping to be the one you're choosing,
it seems lately all you've meant was some abusing,

i want to come see you but i surely know,
where that will take these feelings and go,
i'd rather worry about wishing for snow,
so i don't have to freeze my heart to 10 degrees below,

if your legs ever lock around me again,
i'll go into cardiac arrest and see heaven,
take my number from the machine, 311,
just to jump off the cloud after waiting through only seven,

end up back in December, relive my hell,
where if you ever thought of me, please do tell,
i was dying a consumer with you refusing to sell,
if you really love me, please, do tell.