I am waiting by the phone
Hoping you forgot some things like a toothbrush or maybe your compassion
So you could call to ask if you could come by and pick them up
And I could hear your voice again.

I am looking at that crusty photo album you told me to toss
And sitting on your side of the bed that still weeps of your cologne and my tears
Trying to remember what your smile looks like
And I realize I hadn't seen those dimples in a while.

Do you hear it?
It's a piercing sound that swells in your ears
Like Satan's violins
And chills your blood
Like nails on a chalkboard
Do you hear it?
It's the sound of my heart under your steel-toe boots
And you're so lucky
Not knowing what that feels like.

Because you always tied your laces tight
And slept with your shoes on at night
You used to sleep with your shoes on at night
Ready to leave at the right
Moment.

But the truth is
It's a sad sad story
Because the truth is
I would be ready to take you back
In a moment
Even if you never
Never wanted to make atonement.

And it's a sad sad story
Because the truth is
You always tied your laces tight
And slept with your shoes on at night
Ready to leave my heart with blight
Forget atonement.