WAITING FOR THE BREAK-UP CALL

The phone does not ring at all
tonight I will not expect you to call
I can apologize for my words and staring at another girl's tits and ass but I swear to you she means nothing to me look the pages are not even sticky
I can say that I am sorry for being an unromantic lover for screaming during sex whenever the Yankees score and I can beg for forgiveness when we sleep with clothes on and I still steal the bunched-up covers

Scrape me off of your shoes that are really mine and you are only borrowing them because your feet are freezing it's funny how we are the same size yet my hands are bigger it would have been easier to just give you a pair of socks but you say they were dirty and holy and smelled of cock my heart to you I no longer want to sell

You tell me that you can read me just like a cheap grocery store Fabio book so stop being a bitch and tell me what my pages say

It's a thousand years later still you have not called
I can not wait any longer for that mortal kombat fatal kill

I guess this time I have pushed you too far away no longer for this lonely angels song where there be a tomorrow or a today

I'm running toward the mountain to join the priesthood
I'm running towards a place to be understood
I just found myself staring up at the sun with a super soaker water gun