The wall breaks on the phone if at all, if you call. nA hole from which to see your head, nif words are dead. nnSome things always stay the same. nHow you looked wet from all the rain. nnLike lavender the smell of your hair, nsilly errs postponing your despair. nnAnd I'll wait, I'll wait. nTake a ticket to my own fate. nMaybe I'm too late.nnAnd this wall breaks on the phone it at all, if you call.nA hole from which to see your head, nif words are dead.nnSome things always stay the same. nHow you looked wet from all the rain. nSome things always stay the same.nn