Call

I used to wake up in the middle of the night

With my body covered up in sweat

And my throat dried up in rampy breaths

It was just a bad dream after all

Then I would jumped out of my bed

Grab a glass of water

And just sit there for a while

Thinking of calling you and told everything

Back then, it was so easy 

I just needed to pick my phone

You were right to my speed dial

Then you will picked up at the third rang

And there would be this relaxing silence

Until your sore voice slipped right in,

"Are you okay?"

Your voice was like an intro 

It starts the song inside my head

And open up the door i've closed 

You were the first person

I could tell everything to

And very last now

I am thinking of calling you tonight

Because you are still

The first person I think

Everytime I have a story to tell