26 February 2004

I sit by the phone waiting for your call,
I stay home, even as the snow falls,
Yet you don't write, I think you don't care at all.
Please, please just leave me a voicemail, a message, an email.
Just tell me you know, show me you care,
Its so cold outside, I wouldn't know what to wear.
I promise next time I won't curse you under my breath,
I won't stalk you, or wish for your death.
I need to hear your voice, or just see your words.
Please, please, please, its really just your choice.
Its out of my hands, come one and revert to the other plan.
Just pick up the phone, make it ok,
Ease all my pain, its really not just the rain.
Pick up the phone, light up my day.
Just tell me its ok to go out and play.
Look at the roads, look at the quad,
Either way, just say the words,
Kevin, you know what I need...
Pick up the phone and call it a SNOW DAY!

AN ODE TO KEVIN COX