Standing at the window looking out with both hands on the phone pressed to my ear I lean my forehead against the glass and it's cold against my skin I run my fingers along the shape of the phone searching out every seam and crevice looking for the way in the phone rings in my ear again and a machine you comes on and tells me to leave a message and you'll call I think now that if I try, if I try, if I concentrate hard enough I can change myself into something else then I'll be able to pour myself into this wire travel across these lines and find my way to you or maybe there's another trick, another spell and I could change you and I'd draw you to me, pull you to me, crawl to me
draw you to me pull you to me call you to me crawl to me