Richard Wehrenberg Jr. - How cell phones ruin romantic poems lyrics

i was afraid walking home in pitch black vagueness trees bumping their oaked shoulders into mine the moon following me like a security camera. i opened my phone and read your number out loud nineteen times thinking about the coincidence that is my supposed s** race and cla** my boxes which will allow me to continue living pretty certainly and comfortably should i choose to follow their lead. with no hit men after me no reason for elaborate plans to be made for my a**a**ination no real reason not to not do anything i sit down in the middle of the road trying to get hit on and with purpose. but no, d**h for us run of the mill will be ‘accidents' it will be the lightning strike me the car metal pierce me. and with your phone number memorized i will spend my last seconds saying something i hope i do not plan out to you. though if at&t doesn't have service in the ditch or pothole i am dying in i guess this poem with all its faux romanticism means nothing once again.