Paper

Every time I'm walking down the road I hold your notebook paper
With your number on it
Gave it to me crying you went flying hoped to see me later
Oh how ironic
Called me by the phone when I'm looking at the rainy weather
I'm claustrophobic
Once I hear your insecurities

I made myself a goal to deny your every call forever
Cause you're haunting
Haven't even thought a single second I would change forever
And I bleed with grief

And so the rumors seemed to have been true
A person's body was found outside your house
But what could I do?
I only could stare at the TV for hours and hours
In fact, it seemed like no one I knew was hurt in that incident
The strange part was that a specific phone number was left on the person's chest
At first I didn't recognize it but I shrugged and decided to go for a night walk
It was a dark and snowy day
As I walked through the soft soil
I noticed I had a paper in my jacket
I couldn't remember how I got it but I opened it just out of curiosity
Inside the paper, I found your number
And realized
It was you

Hold
Hold your breath now
Afterlife
I'm not your hotline anymore
I'm not the person that you should have called