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Calling a broken phone
Just like that you cut me of. Without warning, nor any say in the occasional goodbyes... just cut. Disconnect.
Who would of thought that the Envisionment of you and me would turn out to be fiction. Like our perfect neighbours who would build walls over their glass houses. But we lived in a bricked house. The door, the window, the stairs. Those were transparent. But we weren't.
We built this house without Foundation. When you left you cut the wires, still I wanted to tell you that we were calling to a broken phone. But your cord was the one cut off so I was calling a Broken Phone.
Leave a message after you hear a Dooo
© Staircase
Who would of thought that the Envisionment of you and me would turn out to be fiction. Like our perfect neighbours who would build walls over their glass houses. But we lived in a bricked house. The door, the window, the stairs. Those were transparent. But we weren't.
We built this house without Foundation. When you left you cut the wires, still I wanted to tell you that we were calling to a broken phone. But your cord was the one cut off so I was calling a Broken Phone.
Leave a message after you hear a Dooo
© Staircase
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