Do you want me to tell you a secret, something so dark, so sinister,

When love comes, it hits you like a hurricane,

If walls could talk, I wonder what they’d say,

Sitting cross-legged, he waits for her to call, He waits for the soft vibration from his old phone that sets his heart off, Will

He calls out to the void, and it responds with a sound he can't quite figure out, It sounds like a thousand sirens