Sorry I didn’t call.
No, really. I am.
I’m sure you can picture my apathetic grin.
I threw my phone into a fire.
I am trying to forget your voice.
I glued my mailbox shut.
No more I love you letters backdated to September.
Trying to forget the way you write
and the way you think you’re always right.
Sorry I missed your excuses
But I’ll hear them replay
in my mind, like a hamster
on a fucking wheel.
Your ringtone never meant
anything to me, anyway.
Okay, well, maybe a little.
I’m sorry that you’ll never know
you give me a natural high.
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