Jul 17, 2005 22:11
Two hours late, darling.
All these talks about trust and hurt and past and you and promises would all mean a little more if I believed that this would be my happy ending.
We were supposed to be starting over but it looks like I came around too late. I'll call you, I'll call you, I'll call you. No missed calls on this side. We were ever really even close?
If ever you needed me. Right at that second, you know I'd be on my way. But I seem to recall a time when it took you over three hours to come when I needed you. I guess you didn't want me to ruin your day at the beach.