Your soft places you hide;
from them I’ve been so deprived.
Will our love be revived?
Cause I’m so unsatisfied.
Sometimes you make me feel high.
Sometimes I’m left high and dry.
Don’t you know that I try?
Don’t you care that I cry?
Lately I’m feelin’ alone,
so I’ve tried to pick up my phone.
Reach out but no one reacts,
when I really wish that you’d call me back.
And I call once for Emily,
twice for Jacqueline,
three times but Holly’s not home.
Phone call for Candice,
leave a message for Meaghan,
but it seems that I’m all on my own.