MORE THAN TELEPHONES

Soon the sun will rise
That's when the romance dies
And I'm just tired of running around

Our flesh while you are getting dressed
Memory that needs to be repressed
I'll just wait without saying a word

But fuck it, I love you no less
I'm going to feel like shit
By the time I get to you
Now the sky is turning blue
The stars, they disappear
One by one with daylight, dear

And yes, you're in my head
But that doesn't make you here