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30 days is long enough

So baby I don’t call you anymore

I wish you’d rush into my arms

But every wish I wish is bound to do me harm

The phone it rang 'round half past one

And then I pull the plug out of the wall

The conversations that I have

They don’t amount to nothing

Except for the ugly thoughts I have

The doorbell rang 'round half past two

And when I walk back inside my day was through

I think I slept all afternoon

And when I woke at night the moon was full

The neon flashing in the streets

I walk through town to a lazy beat

I take the phones off of my ears

'Cause the music don’t sooth me

It just makes me bleed

I wonder if I’m done with thinking

This prison room will be my grave

But now I’m all alone and drinking

Altough I surely lost the taste

In the morning when I woke

I heard a noisy television host

I switch theman out of my room

'Cause the games they don’t thrill me

They just make me blue

The window’s open

The curtain flies

I see the ghost of you before my eyes

I shiver as I turn away

I see the phone is waiting

I dial and I pray