Don't tell, but -
I missed my flight and...
And thought of you today.
That time when
You were working – a TV job...?
The details fade.
I was in the taxi
On my way
When suddenly the truth sank in –
I was not going to make it.
I almost called you
But I stopped myself -
You’d be at work,
I’d have to leave a message,
You’d call me back...
And the morale of the story
Would be - I am an idiot.
That’s all. An idiot.
I’m sorry and I feel stupid
And I want to call you now.
Now that I have
Something to confide
And no one to confide it in.
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 8:30 AM UTC
Don't tell, but -
I missed my flight and...
And thought of you today.
That time when
You were working – a TV job...?
The details fade.
I was in the taxi
On my way
When suddenly the truth sank in –
I was not going to make it.
I almost called you
But I stopped myself -
You’d be at work,
I’d have to leave a message,
You’d call me back...
And the morale of the story
Would be - I am an idiot.
That’s all. An idiot.
I’m sorry and I feel stupid
And I want to call you now.
Now that I have
Something to confide
And no one to confide it in.
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