Phonebook

Wave from the overpass,
he’s radiant with failure.
People on the bus say
he glows like he’s pregnant
with the silhouette of a dead star.

Chorus
Trust me, trust me, trust me,
I’m the only friend you’ve got.

Absent, absent, absent,
from the phonebook, from the frontline.
It’s been a long, long day.
One long day, one long day,
full of silent defeats.
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Don’t cry, baby, we’re just leaves.

Chorus

Trust me, trust me, trust me.