...i wish i could have my love emotion organ removed...

it's a drive to be with you
and it's colder there
you know how i hate the cold
but when i get there
there you'll be
with your hair
and your face
and your smile
you mock me
over the hundreds of miles
of telephone wire
you taunt me and
you make me yearn
when the phone at my ear
tells me it needs a charge
and i have to go
and not hear your voice
i say goodbye
and you hang up
and i cry
the one i never had
the one i almost had
you are the one
that makes my heart jump
but there is nothing i can do
because more than phone lines
seperate us
there is more
in the back seat
locked in closets
things we cannot bear to speak of
we were never confirmed
in our hearts we will always just be
almost