You called again out of the blue
I almost didn't answer
We played our usual game of honest lies
I love you, I miss you - that can't be true
The door is inching closer to it's slam
I feel you drift as each minute goes by
I ask myself "how can I still love this man?"
All out of tears, my eyes are dry
I no longer feel a sting as the door slams shut
I expect it, knowing it will come
And in some ways, glad it does
Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 9:15 PM UTC
You called again out of the blue
I almost didn't answer
We played our usual game of honest lies
I love you, I miss you - that can't be true
The door is inching closer to it's slam
I feel you drift as each minute goes by
I ask myself "how can I still love this man?"
All out of tears, my eyes are dry
I no longer feel a sting as the door slams shut
I expect it, knowing it will come
And in some ways, glad it does