two hundred-seventy nine.

automated voice messaging system.

and if she answers the phone again,
i swear i'll ... i'll ... i'll swallow every
ounce of fear that has buried the truth
that i've been dying to leave with you,

as she informs me of where she has taken me,
i'll be sure to drop it off in the sweetest most
innocent voice known to her box -
and i'll ... i'll stop.  i'll learn to stop.