I'm listening to your voice mails, begging me to let you out of your cage.
"Please, please, I'm so desperate!" Like that isn't the point.
"I can't think about anything else." You'd better not.
"I'm on my knees." That's right, worship me.
"I'll do anything." I know you will.
"When are you coming back?" I'm back now, but no coming. Not for you.