Hello

Brett Lock

Hello.
It’s only me, and I just called to say I’m sorry.
I didn’t mean what I said.
Sometimes I lose my head and I’m so ashamed.
It’s so hard to keep a grip on things when everything above here is coming down.
Stuttered information, so much to be explained; too many clues that I love you so much.
It fizzles in my brain and cannot be concealed.
There’s too much information.

To my consternation, there’s too much information.
To my consternation, I ache.

This silent night waits to be shattered with issues of life to wet my dreams.
No hopes for better all boxed or battered.
These images, I know what they mean.
It’s so hard to keep a grip on things, when everything above here is coming down.
You tease out information; you say I’ve made it plain.
You miss the clues that I love you.
There’s a chill before the rain you can’t help but feel, with so much information.

To my frustration, there’s too much information.
To my frustration, I ache.

So hello, it’s only me, and I just called to say I’m sorry.
I didn’t mean what I said.
I didn’t mean what I said.
It is only me.
It is only me.