Can she make up her mind?
She's indecisive in a world with the rings a dings
and the blinding light of her LED screen.
That phone attached to her hip
is also attached to her sticky fingers
which type informal English

It's so easy to not know what to say
And it's so hard to be politically correct nowadays.
She sits with her T9 at the ready,
Hoping that her phone will spell out something meaningful.
For her, she's figuring out the world that's literally in the palm of her hand,
But to him it's just a message he'll probably never reply to.

She waits for what seems like generations,
but won't text back for fear of being too needy
like the phones stuffed in the back pocket of every blue jeans dream.
If we live in such a high speed rapid motorola highway,
then why is it so difficult for her to just dial his number?

Because she's afraid of awkward hello's
that slur out of mouths slowly.
As if calling a person is forbidden
and spilling your feelings through speech is unnatural.
And finally after minutes of waiting, a new text message pops up on the screen
only to find out his one worded reply is simply 'hey'.

Just hey.