two missed calls...

I've got two missed calls on my phone,
I'm standing alone but I am not going to call even though I need you,
I laugh in the bar-I want you in my arms, but it will cause too much harm.

My head races as I look at their faces,
Together they converse but I'm on a different universe-the menial talk-contemplating the birthday-what do I say!?

Nothing.
I stare, as I don't care.
The phone rings, they talk, the phone left.

Before I wanted a call not anymore.
I want it when I want it.
Two missed calls, it can wait until another time.
When I'm feeling fine.