Sheep vs. Lynx

I hate this phone, all it does is serve to drive a wedge between you and I.
 Sometimes just hanging up seems right, but I always hate to say goodbye.
 And maybe I'm no good, but maybe just this time I hope I can get this right.
 Sometimes when it seems that distance is the only thing that we share, I hope I can get this right.
 My favorite songs are narrating the feelings I hate to have and I hate to sing along.
 So I can keep reminding myself that those songs are meant for someone else.
 And maybe I'm no good but maybe just this time I should know that I can get this right.
 Off the street she just came in, wearing your same expensive shoes.
 So I will imagine that I'm not here alone, but with you.
 No, here I am, just me and tea and empty chairs.