You call me from a payphone just to let me know.
You couldn't make it.
But it came as no surprise.

Maybe to your mother.
Because your father wouldn't die.
Without you by his side, he kept on suffering.

Because you couldn't for a night.

I know we're going to fight,
I just don't have it in me.

To tell you that I'm right.

Look out for the ghosts of your mistakes.
They'll take the shape and place of your happiest,
Happiness.

It's the end of a year I'd rather not ever hear from again.
So I left you this note on your favorite cassette,
Maybe you'll stop following these backwards trends.