Forget the phone call it was just a fluke, 

Like some static running free in the air. 

The night was lonely, 

The cable was fucked. 

The wine in the glass left a ring. 



Circumvent all the thoughts that get you mad. 

Lying around imagining the touch I never had. 

Who is the patron saint of aphasia? 



I had a speech once prepared and rehearsed, 

But forgot how to speak for a day. 

It's like an answer on the tip of your tongue, 

Where the words fall apart and decay. 



I tried to forget by laughing. 

I tried to forget by drinking. 



Circumvent all the thoughts that get you mad. 

Lying around imagining the touch I never had. 

Who is the patron saint of dysphasia?