Oh Doctor, Doctor, I must have gotten this sick somehow
I drum my fingers timelessly on the keyboard, typing in a whole line of gibberish.
I’m going to ask you a series of questions and I want them answered on the spot right now..
I tap my feet on the plastic floor cover quickly getting imatient and tense.
If we don’t take it how will we make it? So take a chance and make it big..
An hour goes by and my cell phone hasn’t sung out, AIM hasn’t bleeped with an IM, myspace hasn’t flashed a pop up..
My fingers slowly tap out the beat to a slight poeticly structered paragrah and a few of boredom. My words whisper nothing but his name.
Well I make plans to break plans..
I guess today’s going to be another day wasted, waiting.
Well I’ve been planning something big..
I pick up my phone, wondering if it even still works..
So hold your head high heavy heart..
His number’s second nature but the slow dail tone and rings are hell..
Because its the last you’ll ever get, if we dont take it..