How is it, that I can't tell you this?



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I hear from you every day
Feel the rush when I see your name on the phone
I tell you all these odds and ends that occur during my day
Little things… of little subsequence. 

The thing I want to tell you most
You can’t bear to hear
Though I know you already know
It’s obvious, I’m so obvious

There’s an underlying conversation between us
Words that are never spoken
You never hear mine, but feel them
I never hear yours but I can feel them

I wish it wasn’t this way and can simply say what I feel
You let me know you couldn’t handle the truth
I can give you a little time but the clock is ticking
Are you going to make it so painful to leave that I can’t?