Lines Of Contact (alternate version)


Though I can't forget the reasons
In some open lines of contact
Every syllable made awkward
Reminders of what used to be

With some frantic busy signals
How can you act like I don't see?

As this message turns to static
Each conversation drops off
I can't tell you what to do
Won't recede to hear your name

We put on our blinders
How can you act like it's the same?

Every phone call I don't answer
You can push the rest aside
We could try to set things straight
When each voice still works both ways

Wearing out what hope remained
Our voices so estranged
Our voices so estranged

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