as soon as I stopped trying to be your friend.
you called me.

you never cared before.
the friend before me stopped trying.
you didnt call her.

you called me.

we hadnt talked in weeks, you wanna go to a movie is all you said no hello no im sorry no explanation.

you called and asked if i wanted to go to a movie.

right @ 6pm... you called me... you missed me...

ill never admit that i missed you too.

never.

im strong, thats what i tell my self.
ill prolly get wasted and tell you i missed you.

im thinking into the future...

youll say i missed this and ill laugh, that agreed laugh... the kind of laugh that makes you think, would she of missed me if i ever called?

im crule, inside.

i smile and think i mean it.

if only any one in a 45 mile raidus of me knew i thought the thoughts that i do id prolly be doomed.

i live a split life, i say i dont care what you think but in realaity its all i care about... in fact i cant stop thinking about what you think about me and ill never stop even if you told me what you thought of me id think you were lieing and wonder some more.

it could be written in sharpy by God on a lamanated index card and id shake it off and think it was a lie.

im a lie.

i think you might know that.

but then again you might not...

cuz you called me.