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flip the pages on the old calendar in the hall,

days go by, but feels like we go nowhere at all

i'm sitting by the phone, just waiting for a call

not even sure if it it is plugged into the wall

as the dust settles, piece by piece i watch it fall

like the leaves in fall off of trees so tall

so slow they drop, in mid air they seem to stall

the same way i feel, i try to run, but can only crawl