Retro Phone

Sometimes I wonder about the people who write songs

Do they ever tell on the person for who they write them for

I mean, speaking the truth

Because there is always a fictitious reason to write

Like say, you find nature inspiring

Or maybe standing on that bridge made you wonder

It could be someone's pretty face

Some guy's pickup line

That you've heard a thousand times

But you found it cute this time

Probably because you've heard it after a long time

So, what do you say?

Would I ever drop you a message if I write a song about you

It's another aftermath that I don't know how to make a song

Or How to sing

Or How to write

Maybe, but not like you do

All I do is this

Describe these feelings

In fragmented words

That does not describe anything

That's going on inside

Maybe I would

Maybe I would tell you I wrote this about you

Maybe I'll send you a text

Or maybe I'll give you a call

On one of those old telephones

I'm sure we all have them

And wait for someone to ever call on them

There was a time when I prayed no one would call me on my line telephone

Because my internet connection would break

And I have to do the dial-up again

And now I'm willing to dial

Hundred times and over

Just to hear you

Maybe you could sing for me

Some off-tune song

Belting out the mondegreen so loud

I extend the receiver a few inches far

Eyes incredulous, mouth ajar

You never failed to amuse me

And now those wrong tunes are all that I remember

Sometimes I try

To remember you without being sad

That wasn't a bad time

Was even a good time perhaps

It's just that

I try to describe these feelings

In fragmented words

That does not describe anything

that's going on inside