I wanted to call you, baby, now, cause I want you to know that I’m burning, burning.
I’ve got a list of things to do, the first item on it is not calling you. It’s a hard thing, staring at a silent phone, knowing that both of us are all alone, but if I called, I promise, in under a minute we’d reach both of our limits, remember why we’re finished, and it’d turn. It would turn so fast past all the good intentions when I first punched out the digits. It would turn, till all I could say is baby, baby, baby, it still burns. It’s still burning.