i keep nintey one words in my pocket book
things to say to get off the hook
searching for words in a plaid mass of oblivion
pulling out some while the others left are sinking in
sifting through the things to say after i hear a dial tone
aranging them in phrases while the ring sutters on the telephone
giving you a few so i dont have to give my time
while you're spitting them back at me wasting minutes on the line
dont suppose i could get away from this back and forth
exchange madness of words like they are money
dimes and quarters sneaking out from under me
and they dont even have to make sense at all when you call
just put together to look pretty to keeping me from
feeling pretty insignificant
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Written March 29th, 2006
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