Olio

I called you on the telephone 'cause I was lonely
 I called you up just to hear you
 Your eyes I know are a cold, cold blue
 Pale whit skin dead like a mannequin
 Seem to fade
 Looking and not wanting to come up to date
 Like a broken clock
 The hand is still
 Through the pain I was watching as sound hit my ears
 We don't fit anymore
 We don't fit anymore
 Not the same
 Not the same
 Not the same, same, same
 Ripped up in the shadows
 Over and over again
 I remember before as your mouth
 It touched my face
 Small hands grabbing me
 Trapped in my thoughts
 You repeating like a machine gun
 Phantasmagoria
 The times pelting me
 Pelting me
 Ripped up in the shadows
 Over and over again
 Over and over again
 Over and over again