Voicemails

Hey, it's me

It's 3 A.M.

You're out again

I wish you would have called.

But I'm not mad

A little sad.

Is it so bad I worry?

Hurry home.

It's not safe out there alone.

Me again.

It's 5 A.M.

The sun will be up soon.

No sign from you.

Couldn't sleep.

Thoughts too deep

with wonder

What you're under

In a ditch

Or beneath covers of another.

Let me know you're on your way.

Say you'll stay

Say anything.

Third times a charm.

Morning alarm.

But still no you.

Are you ok?

Are you alive?

Were you out all night?

Talk to me.

Let me in.

Something isn't right.

We don't feel like we used to.

Please, I don't want to fight.

Another night alone.

I can't do this anymore!

I'm sick of talking to my phone

I'm sick of feeling so unsure.

If you love me, make a peep

So I can get some fucking sleep.

Do you care?

Are you there?

You said that you'd be chill

You promised you'd stay in.

But I'm waiting on you still

Please tell me where you've been

And let me follow

Feel so hollow

Like those pills you always swallow

I'm so tired

Yet feel so wired

You better fucking grovel on your knees

Please!

When did we become this?

I miss...

I miss us.

*Caller cannot be reached. Mailbox is full.