please Talk to Me

If you're down like me under the cobwebs
Where even the spiders never hang out anymore
I know just how you feel, how you wish you could heal
Yet nobody wants to listen to a voice flooded in depression
But I will, I'm down there with you, thinking about the spiders
Wondering when they will return to rain down in the darkness
I wish there was someone here to ease the silence of fear
Someone to make noise with when I'm alone in my home
Do you know how that feels? Then come talk with me
Why are you in your box when I need to pick your locks
I need to hear a sound next to my whispers and sighs
An echo off the ceiling that wasn't my invention
Words unspoken by my tongue that cry out for help
To make me feel useful when I feel no purpose in the world
Please call me for advice that I cannot offer to myself
For in my words to you I will know what to do
To hear your response would sooth my anxiety
To know I'm not alone when I'm sitting with no one
When I hear the spiders crawling inside my head
I can't see them spinning webs but I can tell that I'm not dead
And I know that you are out there under the cobwebs somewhere
Thinking what I'm thinking and battling with imaginary despair
We don't have to be alone, just call me on the phone
I want so desperately to hear the sound of your broken voice
To share my darkness with you tonight, would that be alright?