text: The mirrors and the unacknowledged nods
  Dial tones and license plates
  The words you didnt choose
  Everything the days too small to hold
  Spills on to the dusk
  And shorts the evenings fuse
  So you fumble for a voice
  And sing happy birthday
  Read it to yourself again
  The stories always end the same
  He cant stay and she wont run
  And fear is where theyre calling from
  Staunch the blood from countless tiny cuts
  Were all out of bandages
  The heaters rattle, taunt
  Sifting through translucent shards of glass
  Looking for a filament
  That lit the life you want
  So you stumble for the phone
  Grasp the cord and pull
  Will your readership complain the stories always end the same?
  She cant stay and he wont run, and fear is where theyre calling from
  Afraid is where where theyre calling from
  Afraid is where we live for far too long