with all your scars gone you look so pretty
such a pity that now you think your better than most
truth be told
i felt like i loved you till it ate away a part of me
i used sit up at night
drinking coffee and chain smoking in the dark
listening to all the things youd say to yourself
irony?
i wasnt even there
we where on the telephone
youd tell me you felt so alone
id walk across town
then youd tell me to go home
i was so gone inside my head
there never really was a home
i know now that i cant swim
interrupted
"whats this all about?"
"why are you calling me now?"
"at four thirty in the morning?"
but you called me
"im sick of it josh"
"you never have anything important to say"
"dont you get it?"
"i made you go away"
"i like my life this way"
hold on
i saw a movie with a man once
who was smiling while he was dying
said it was because he was surrendering
said he was sick of fighting
"josh its four thirty in the morning, go to bed and get some sleep"
but you called me
just hear me out
i know im not making sense but im trying
"youve got thirty seconds"
alright so....
" i changed my mind i dont have time for this"
i just wanted to say
you never took the time to fully get to know me
for me to be a priority
sorry for your loss
my condolences
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