Carthage Must Be Destroyed

Forget the phone call it was just a fluke
Like some static running free in the air
The night was lonely
The cable was fucked
The wine in the glass left a ring
Circumvent all the thoughts that get you mad
Lying around imagining the touch I never had
Who is the patron saint of aphasia?
I had a speech once prepared and rehearsed
But forgot how to speak for a day
It’s like an answer on the tip of your tongue
Where the words fall apart and decay
I tried to forget by laughing
I tried to forget by drinking
Circumvent all the thoughts that get you mad
Lying around imagining the touch I never had
Who is the patron saint of dysphasia?