Race For You Life, Calvin Klein

Clippers and shears, so sharp, slide long as I dial the right words and you sigh wrong: the climax of all missed chances. Calvin Klein mocks me in the new kinks of my hair. But where you can't see me, standing behind the chair, I curse your neck forearms and friends. A week later, my head repaired,
on my bicycle ride your batteries, telephone, and cable.
I've kissed my allowance and blown it in the hardware store
In a stupid movie, in a race-for-your-life car-chase scene,
that's only the movies, I remind myself.
It will ring, you will answer, we will talk.
Scarves catch in spokes and roller skates slip on slippery punch stained floors. Receivers go dead, or someone hangs up. I staple the wires where your walls and carpet meet. Clippers and shears, so sharp, slide long as I dial the right words and you sigh wrong: the climax of all missed chances.
In a stupid movie, in a race-for-your-life car- chase scene,
that's only the movies, I remind myself.
It will ring, you will answer, we will talk.
Race for your life, Calvin Klein.
"They're cutting our service, they're cutting our scene."
Call MT&T from the payphone at the stone, tell them 'activate'