Is It Something I Said?

The phone rings... 3 A.M. I'm pretending I'm asleep -

could hear you

creeping .. And laughing as you dropped my name like

bleeding snakes, like

poison, like the hell-fire that you paint in vivid

colours. Well I guess

that he's a saint while I'm the one that's in the way.

The one that keeps

you tangled up in chains. So very much I have to say.. I

can't make it.

Well, it was only yesterday when you told me that you

loved me. Will you

write it? I need to see it - black and white. I'll read

it. I will read it

once again and maybe one day I'll believe it. But will

you tell me where

you've been - everything in detail, every second, every

moment. Every

thought. I need to know. It's just because I love you.

Well, isn't that

enough?