Rise Against

Information kept to myself and everybody wants to know,
I trust the words of no one else cause I've been there before,
Your voice is wasted 'cause I'm not listening
These callused fingers are wrapped around a black ball-point pen,
These eyes don't wander as far as they at one time did,
I've seen the future, it's fading faster
No place that I'd rather be than right here, right now
No time that I'd rather be than right here, right now
I'm on the other end begging you, pick up the phone,
A shaking whisper is answering, don't call anymore
Your voice is wasted 'cause I'm not listening
Freeze me in this moment,