called ya last night.
still in the still place in your silly heart.
god, I love ya,
and you are probably right.
fire flies turn into things we keep,
and I am still sick for you,
so the spark says the rain,
while I tire of the trying but I still try.
your area code
is the cracked forever,
but the violins don't last,
so I will need you to give me a sign.