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My mind is hung up on you,
And my heart keeps answering,
I constantly try to block you,
But like a broken pay phone,
It's no use,
Because you know how to push all my buttons,
Get in touch with my feelings,
Until my body gives you responses,
And you reach my voicemail,
But you never leave a message,
And with you it's always the same dial tone,
And I knew I should've just ignored you,
Because I stare at my phone, feeling foolish,
Falling for the same conversations,
Speaking the same body language,
That puts me at a lost for words,
And gives you that advantage,
That you probably don't deserve,
You're a smooth operator,
But then you turn around and act like you dialed the wrong number,
And then you wonder...
Where the arguments come from,
Not realizing that your lead has lead me to hurt,
Because you're selfish and I'm naive,
You said things and I believed...
But my service rarely fails because these towers stand tall,
Eventually, I'll see your number and you'll just become another missed call...
