You called about the dent in my car.
Never mind the one in my brain.
Never mind that I have switched off.
Never mind that I was not calling to
Tell you what had happened.
I was really calling to tell you that
I miss you. That is why the small talk.
I want to listen to the sound of your
Voice, no matter what you are saying.
I called because I need you.
I called because I am hurting.
I called because the only way I know
To be close to you and hear your voice
Is by talking about what happened.
I cannot explain what is going on inside.
You will never understand, so I tell you
About the day to day happenings.
You tell me yours and I listen
Wishing the words you were saying
Were different. Wishing for more.
I wish I could crawl scared into your
Arms and you would hold me.
You would put me back together,
But instead, I tell you about
The dent put in my car yesterday.