I keep all rights to this poem/song so if you bite I sue.
No I didn’t call the wrong number.
Yes I am sober and wanted to talk to you.
I know you don’t believe me or that I miss you.
I know I’ve been running through your mind.
So can I come by, chill, and rest with you.
Don’t tell me you gotta go, I know your with him.
Tell me what he has that I do not have.
Saying he makes you happy but I know your spending nights alone.
Put me on speaker and all three of us can make list.
Pros and Cons about who you should be with.
All I always be there next to you, where is he?He says change, how many girls have heard that?Let me say one more thing before you hang up.I want you and I know your thinking the same way.
(*Click*)
Just the thought of her doubting me is killing me.
Stayed by the phone for hours.
Decided to call it a night and got wasted.
Hit the club took a some broad home.
2 AM got a call from a her phone.
“Are you sleeping? I do want you. When can you be here?”
“I’d be heading out,” slurred every word out.
“Are you drunk or what?”
I didn’t lie I just hung up the phone and layed back down.
With a women I didn’t love or know.
Ashamed that I lay in the bed I made.
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