Don't think you call me and say,
"I only call people I care about, you know."
I always make time."

Don't think I can take it to heart,
Or trust it,
Or believe it.

You once held my heart
And chose to let it drown
In all of the lies and deceit and waves of lacking respect.

Why didn't you make time
When it mattered?
Why didn't you answer my calls then?

Why do you have to be drunk
Every time you call me,
Why do you have to be so far gone just to speak?

Don't think you can pretend
You never said those things about me;
I forgive you, but oh God I'll never forget.

I don't hold it against you;
I won't let it fall into
My subconscious though.

I know you needed something
To make you feel whole,
Since losing me might have actually hurt.

God forbid you be honest
And admit that losing me wasn't the end of the world,
But at least the end of something.

I know you were not heartbroken,
And that's fine.
You were broken enough to try and break me though.

You don't forget about someone
Calling you physchotic
Or only useful for ***.

You don't forget being degraded
To objectification and being
Small enough to crush by mere lies.

You know for a fact that you cried to me once
On your driveway and said
You'd always be my rock, that you needed me.

Did it taste like metal
When you said you used me for ***?
Did it taste wrong slipping from your lips?

Did it make you feel better?
Did it make you feel stronger,
To lie through lips that once begged to touch mine?

Did those lies help
With letting me slip?
Did they make you realize your character was the one thing slipping out of your hands though?

So when you tell me through a telephone line
That you make time for those you care about,
That you go out of the way for those you appreciate,

Remember I did that for people once too.
So maybe that's why
I never call you.