Remember when we used to live for the weekend?
Now we're working twelve to twelve.
Remember when the sun used to light the whole city?
Now it's just the fires in hell.
And remember when I never answered my phone?
Well, guess what? That's happening still.
I think about you too often; I'm crazy,
But I swear, it's against my will.
I don't even notice I'm rhyming the words,
But I suppose it's found its way into my bones.
But like I was saying, I think if you call me,
I'll consider picking up the phone.
We can go out on a Tuesday,
Unless you work Wednesdays, or if you're okay being tired that's cool.
Better yet, let's make it a Monday,
Drink some wine, watch a movie, and I'm starting to sound like a fool.
What if I play a song that you know all the words to?
Promise me you'll sing along.
I'll be way too uncomfortable to serenade you,
Plus, I'll probably play the whole thing wrong.
6/100, 17 May 2010
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