Communicative Disease

As a coda to our phone call I say there's something I should tell you Before I let you go I hate telling jagged truths But if we're porcelain we'll be smooth Uh oh Don't leave me in the dark I met someone on New Year's Eve But he don't mean a thing to me Just thought that you should know Silence, horrible silence Silence on the other end A muffled break and then I think I gotta go And then he hangs up the phone We should have had a conversation On Christmas Day We could've saved ourselves from Communication catastrophe Two kids playing telephone With paper cups and fragile string It's festering Our communicative disease He finds his way to me by voicemail five He says he'll listen But there's shadows in his eyes Then he does that thing he knows I hate He looks at me like I was born too late I say, I know where we hide We store our love behind our prides Permission to speak freely, I Think I could love you all my life And I should have told you What I told you now On Christmas Day We could've saved ourselves from Communication catastrophe Two kids playing telephone With paper cups and fragile string It's festering Our communicative He takes two minutes to process my defense Three minutes to craft a response He takes four minutes To decide if he's really leaving this time I know he won't But this time I think he might He says I should've told you that I loved you On Christmas Day I could've saved us from catastrophe on New Year's Eve Two kids playing telephone with paper cups and fragile string Festering, always festering Our communicative disease He takes two minutes to let go of my hand Three days, don't hear from him again I know it's over by day four One conversation Nothing more Nothing more