before my telephone rings - American Pleasure Club, Teen Suicide

You made it hard to have grace

When I first saw your face

Bathed in golden light from

Some cheap bar bathroom’s

Teenage sacrifice

Falling in love with the heat

I got the summer feeling in me

That’s when you caught me again

Across a crowded room gone

Quiet just for you, I fought

You mentioned

It’s not what you wanted

And it’s not what you saw for me

Come back to life

Before my telephone rings