Phantom Limb

There's a hole. It still feels like you could be there when I hear you call my name. I turn to be fooled. I realize if you tapped, I'd believe.
Living dead! Living a lie! I hear you calling me, calling me. Touch me! I'm right here! I try to walk on my phantom limb.
I feel empty bitter and restless. Nowhere to go, I've been running in circles. I'm a bit off, lost for words...
Better learn to walk or you're crawling. Take my hand, leg, arm. Absent, void of distracton. Held in the sky, I'm awaiting the fall.
I hear you calling me, calling me. I hear you calling me, calling me. I hear you calling me, calling me. I hear you calling me, calling me.