It's Not That I Don't Want to Talk, It's Just That It's Freezing In This Phone Booth - Choke

8 weeks now that we’ve been gone

An awkward lag in place of conversation

Our frame of reference is skewed beyond distance

You don’t ask but I still tell

Deflated tales of this week’s latest thrills

My running obsession that you never question

No common ground except this space

You’re beaten down & I am trying to relate

What sounds like indifference, adjustment of mind set

You live in life, I live in dreams

Coasting on this distorted idea of reality

You see pure intentions so you never question

In this booth distance grows

With this call’s broken flow

I’d call it off for you

All would not be the same

If I had to choose

Just don’t ask me too

Part of me

Would erase a part of you

I’d call it off for you

I would change it but

Some resentment might show through

Just don’t ask me too

Part of me

Would erase a part of you

I could be faceless there with you

If you could face me there half full

I’d call it off for you

All would not be the same

If I had to choose

Just don’t ask me too

Part of me

Would erase a part of you

I’d call it off for you

I would change but

Some resentment might show through

Just don’t ask me too

Part of me

Would erase a part of you