Reading like an actor
Practicing a scene
Lying like a salesman
A knife between your teeth
I wanted you to let go
You pushed me down like numbers on a payphone
You told me on the way home
You wanted to be colors on the screen
Throw me in the ocean
Plastic on the beach
If anyone could see you now
Let it be me
I wanted you to let go
I lost you through the static of a payphone
You told me on the way home
You saw us just like lovers on the screen
To you
You
You
Some things just might never get through
