About A Phone Booth

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always the empty / always the waiting
to be filled / always the only feeling
needed when you’re full /
the needing to be full /
always the waiting / the waiting /
the waiting / the last boy you held
cried while he was inside
you / it didn’t matter what time it was /
it was too late and / he was all dial tone /
all sweaty hands and unease / you only
ever needed him to be there

and the first time a girl came giggling,
grinning onto your end of the street / your
foundation stood steady so she had a
solid place to fall / to spend the night /
to be safe for a while

you only ever needed to be needed /
only ever needed to be full / so
when a rough handed man barrels in /
takes up too much of your space / smells
like cheap rum and rain / you let him
grip everything a little too tight /
you let him mumble about his wife / and
you let him take what he needs / you
let them all take what they need

it’s always the empty again / always
the streetlights / the rain flooding the
pavement / always the waiting for
someone else / the waiting to be filled /
waiting to be full / always the empty / the
empty / always the waiting / the waiting /
the waiting / THE WAITING / THE WAITING /
THE WAITING / THE WAITING