No Phone Call Song

Impatient twisting in my gut,
for my part,
fiddle with a watch,
with a heart,
pull a cigarette, have a smoke,
this air seems to choke,
this ember dies on my lips
this echo of silence embraces and grips

no rings,
oh, how it stings,
this cruel vengeance,
the coin flipped in mockery,
this dagger, this dagger
no rings,
oh how it stings.