Maybe I should have picked up my phone
And just called
Instead of thinking about you
from time to time,
As if you were not already
Listening,
Waiting to answer.

Sometimes sh*t don’t make any sense,
It’s all about the way it comes across
Or maybe the way that it doesn’t
even leave my head
half the time.

How should I put it,
perhaps,
other heads don’t always
work like mine does.