And make this the last time, the very last time you call me.
Listen and learn:
I dont want you.

Keep wishing you could bring back the memories of us up the hill,
lighting the fireplace,
all the stuff that meant absolutely nothing
to me.
(but the world to you, sucker...youre such a sucker)

And P.S.
Dont leave love notes on my voicemail,
and your lips on me just arent worth it anymore.

I'm over it.


But if I decide to call you in 18 days,
say hello on random sunday afternoons
or stop in on a late night after work...
You'd better be sure to pick up
cause it might just be the very last time I talk to you.

Maybe.

08/13/2008