Poetry · Writing

Missed Calls

Been out all night

just keep losing track of time

don’t think I’ll be home tonight

and you’re sick of it

it wasn’t the same

once that check came in

couldn’t get old sit waitin’ for them to catch me.

you just wanted me to be the way I was

before they knew me

before I kept breakin’ all these promises

will go on vacation when I’m done

I’m never done

one after another and you keep callin’

and you’re just not happy like you were

and I can’t stop

didn’t think I’d lose you when I reached my dream

all these missed calls- you go into detail

’bout how you used to love me

but I keep changin’ like the leaves, hell

go, you’ll be fine on your own.

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