All My Low Moments

I hate my low moments. Those moments when I try not to but my eyes find your name and my finger dial your number These days it never goes through anymore All I hear is a beep then a silence I will never fill with words I dont want you to pick up. I dont want your voice to warm up my heart again. It grows so cold in the silence thereafter Against my better judgement I keep dialing. Hoping you'll pick up yet praying that you wont. I really hope you dont use the kind of phone that stores calls that didnt get through I dont know how I'll explain what business my fingers have dialing your number What business my heart has wanting to hear your voice. I have to admit, mindless hope is one of my bad habits And you...are just another - All My Bad Habits