In three hundred, I pulled without fear,
From my dentition, a grin quite sincere
Clichés serve as my balm,
In the chaos, my psalms
Yet to some; I might seem quite unclear,
With words throbbing back in my head,
I ponder the things that I've said
Did commentation run dry,
As I reached for the sky?
Or am I just tangled in dread?
The gallery, it holds all my grace,
While some think I'm lost in the space
But in laughter and rhyme,
I still bide my time,
In this curious, chaotic embrace!
Didn't really want to talk
don't have much to say
We haven't talked in a while
a little longer wouldn't matter anyway
Don't keep me on the phone too long
you know I don't like commentation
Let's just say hi, say bye
I didn't call to have a long conversation
Or to hear how your distant cousins are doing
How your day went
If you cashed your check
and how much money you spent
Just calling to see
'cause I care enough;
show enough concern
to pick up the phone and say
"Just checking to see if you're breathing."
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