She’ll call you back in
With dreams in her hands
Little pages
Paper birds
With promises written in symbols
Instead of words.
Red nails tapping
Her soft Morse Code
Tap tappa tapping
She’ll call you in
On most sincere terms
Noble ideals
Of love, trust, and
Gillian’s Island reruns.
Your Pygmalion
The changes you plan to make
To the ugly girl
With tired eyes
The ugly girl
That promises everything
With the paper cup
She’s filled up
In her hands.