I hope you won't send me a message
Again.
Because I'm not ready to go through
That pain
That I've had from the very first day
When we started talking.
Maybe that's just a phase
Or maybe we never parted
Because I'm supposed to be
Walking,
Smoking,
And laughing with you
Every day.
Does it have any meaning
To you?
'Cause this time, from the beginning
It's been weird, and I knew
That my texting you all day
Was bound to feel kind of demeaning.
I still miss you.
But I don't know if you miss me, so I
Won't say it.
I want you to figure out what's in your head
And kill it.
I want you to feel something back and be ready to
Give it.
I want you to give me a call or just text me,
I mean it.
Just text me. I need it.