The Call

I'm sitting, waiting, thinking
I'm waiting for your call.
'No pressure', I once told you,
'I'll be good either way'.

I so want you to call me,
take that brave step, say 'Come!'.
Pick me up, collect the pieces,
put them together now.

I don't care what they say,
Don't care much 'bout my pride.
I care about my happiness
and very much for you.

I said I'll always want you,
forever in my life.
I'll always want to hear you,
to talk and to be close.