"Hey it's just me again...
you just haven't been...
answering you're phone,
I'm starting to feel all alone.
I love you..."

I say when I call you feeling blue
I know you wont pick up,
you've got better things to do.
So I'll fill my empty cup,
fill it to the brim!
I'll light another smoke
and though it seems rather grim
I hope to god I choke.

"Ummm, way to not answer me
you should text me when you're free
or just ******* call me!"

I scream into the phone ,
there's a pain in my head,
so I hang up with a groan,
since I cant get to bed,
I toss and I turn,
and I cry out my eyes,
because my heart burns,
since I know you're not "out with the guys."

"Baby please come back,"
I cough and I hack
"I'm sorry, I've been smoking,
drinking, and choking..."

I hang up before I say more,
Nothing will help, I'm afraid,
he's probably already sore,
and my apologies are never an aid,
He'll come home sometime,
tonight or maybe tomorrow,
without a single dime,
regret or any sorrow.

I suppose those feelings are just mine...