Charleston Testo

I used to have her numberfolded in my wallet.
I threw it out a window
to make sure I wouldn't call it.
She lived to me through pictures
whose stories told themselves
how she was once the one thing
I can not depend on now.
Give a call to Charleston tonight.
Tell her that I'm doing fine.
Tell her I'm still hurting.
It's gonna take some time.
Everything forgotten
will one day remind.
I'll be the warden.
and she'll do the time.
We crowded in a corner
of Norfolk and Cary.
The memory we left there
is a ghost of us that haunts me still.
Give a call to Charleston tonight.
Tell her that I'm doing fine.
Tell her I'm still hurting.
But, further down the line
everything forgotten
will one day remind.
I'll be the warden.
and she'll do the time.
So, she moved to find herself
or someone else to fill her hollows.
while she echoed in the empties
until my every voice of reason
just said she.'