The Way You Made Me Feel on the Phone Last Week

Floating into another area
I pause to check the time
Will nobody hear my plea?
I need a little break
My words go unnoticed
And are misconstrued to mean
A thing or two they aren't
Until drama begins
And all manner of logic is
Lost in the shuffle

I'm certain I'll be overcome
Or overtaken at the very least
By messengers with jagged souls
Who only want to pull my string
My frame to crash down to earth
Dissolving into the acidic world
Nobody can hold onto this dream,
These thoughts are consumed
By the fires of others nearby