I’m sitting here and waiting for a text that won’t arrive.
Just staring at my screen, so much that it hurts my eyes.
I want to put my phone down, and move on with my day.
But I simply cannot do it, I simply cannot look away.
I try to turn my phone off, I try to fall asleep.
But the minute that I do, I think I hear my message beep.
Of course it’s my imagination, of course it just cannot be not true.
I wish you knew, the pain I go through, waiting for a text from you.
I know I hurt you somehow, I know that I messed up,
But I’ll never know just why or how, cause your text will not show up.
I wanna throw my phone away, and tell the thing to scram.
But I can’t because I wanna see, your tweets and instagram.
Call me creepy, call me thirsty, call me what you want.
As long as you just call me, cause thats the only thing I want.
Until you do, I’ll be the fool, holding my phone with ready thumbs.
Sitting here and waiting for, the text that never comes.