Sometimes

I wanna hear a song on "charmer" Without thinking of your name "Biceps grabber, Black madonna" Wrapped in sheets of cellophane A late reply A broken arm for a smile And your hand in my front pocket by my side I wish you'd call me up sometimes Sometimes I know it's just my own reflection When i see summer in your eyes Intrapersonal concession Hurts like fucking hell this time A bottom line Not waiting for your reply "Slow come on" all alone on my headphones seems alright Not waiting for a reply Yeah your silhouette will fade away but that's okay Signatures on vinyl sleeves are here to stay I hope you know you're on my mind sometimes Sometimes