I sleep with my phone in my hand
So you’ll be just a phone call away.
But two egos is a hell of a distance to cross
And when pride is at stake, neither of us will bear the cost.
After all, any price is too high
For drowsy silence to be the reward
Because you never say what you mean
And I’m busy propping up my guard.
So I stay asleep with my phone in my hand.
My night is, as always, as silent as yours.
And we stay
Just a phone call away.