I’m so tired of the telephone
The reflection in my eyes
I think I’m going blind
Waiting for you to call

I’m so tired of this hemisphere
Push sunlight into my eyes
Surprised I’m doing fine
Without your calls

My reaction since distraction
Has dissipated in the sky
It’s less destructive; I’m not corrupted
By the storm behind my eyes

My reactions since distractions
Have been recolored by the light
I’m more constructive, less disrupted
By the dust outside my eyes

I’m so tired of the telephone
And the distractions in my life

I’m so scared since you’ve been gone
Would you put me up there just like you did before?
I’m so scared since you’ve been gone
Would you sell me out just like you did before?

I’m still here since you’ve been gone
I’m still here since you’ve been gone
I'm still here
I'm still here
I’m still here since you’ve been gone
I'm still here
I'm still here