"...You have a collect call from ‘Clyde’ at County Jail.
Press five to accept this call from hell.
You may be monitored or recorded with just minutes allowed.
Go ahead, Bonnie. You may begin speaking now…”
Every conversation will start like this.
It isn't ideal, but it's something I guess. .
Sitting by the phone hoping for your call.
This phone has become my own jail wall.
Staring and glaring like it manifests a ring
When I know it's not a possible thing.
When the cell start buzzing, I rush to answer
In your cell they're fussing, I can hear the pressure.
We could take turns pouring out our hearts to the other,
but only for a few minutes, so let's not even bother.
Let the sound of your voice play a melody for my ear.
A saddened smile resting on your words I hear.
I’ll tell you I love you. You’ll say that you miss me.
We both admit nothing's the same and it won't be.
You tell me you need me. Our struggles explain.
You get so aggravated we think the same.
I can’t help wishing that I was there.
Even just floating around your air. .
You can't help wishing you were here.
Even just a little bit near.
Maybe? Even just 5 minutes? Debted
Hate me? Too long of a harsh sentence? Regretted.
Why does it seem like an eternity?
Remember preparing for uncertainty?
We both knew this was coming.
But neither knew it’d be so hard.
We based predictions on past numbing
But little dogs don't play in the yard.
Nothing compares to our ventures at all.
Not like us hanging all these ropes in the halls.
We were blinded by games, streets, and cards.
Poor decisions with poor friends in fast dope cars.
No matter, around you now my world does spin.
You know I've always waited for it to end.
Boy, you’re my life, we found each other in the streets.
There was no home, no couch, no bed with sheets.
Remember I told you if you ever wanted out
I’d stick with you; you don't need to doubt.
Cause if our souls were to be targeted
Ditching cars in parks we parked it in
I'm riding til the end; nothing I won’t do.
I've already gone to hell and back with you.
We met in the streets passing by just prior
To swimming trenches together and squealing kia tires.
The graffiti tales on walls untold in the alleys,
Let our story unsold help us leave deep valleys.
Tlhose alleys where the silent roam,
Is where found a fleeting home.
With you it wasn't so hard to hide.
A secret place that would let us confide.
Hand in hand, against the grain,
The other a balm soothing our pain.
You're the worst of all that I could miss.
The thing I certainly can't dismiss.
I hate to think you're alone and cold.
There's nothing I can do about it though.
I try to think of jokes you told.
There's nothing funny about it. No.
"...You have 60 seconds remaining..."
The timeframe is insanely shaming.
60 reason why I love you.
60 demons left to have you.
60 goals, but not too fast.
60 calls and they never last.
We exchange a dreadful goodbye
And a very drawn out sigh.
Of course we try not to let out a cry
As we come down from the call’s high.
We regret some past decisions
Now we are forced to see intentions.
Let's rid all our provisions
I promise I no longer need conditions.
My hearts listed on your grand theft.
You stole it just like Juice.
Bonnie hasn't left her Clyde yet.
Can't make it past our truce.
Until we get to speak again, all of the world will be on hold .
So, if you are, I will be too: missing you and kinda cold.