You call me from a pay phone in Watsonville
It's nighttime
I hear cars in the background
our voice trembling
"It's been two months,
And I can't sleep anymore," you
State flatly, there's fear in your voice
But the words
Are barely recognizable
You put quarters in the phone
But this is the last call
Redemption failed and unattainable
From your sister's house in Watsonville
I think of you there
And pray the guilt subsides some
And leaves no trail
White walls nightmares of them now
Clinic walls so sterile and unattainable
White walls with nurses
Who don't understand
The uncertainty
The uncertainty of