I keep staring at the phone and I know it isn’t going to ring. Because you just don’t care anymore. And I think I am okay. I remember when I told you that I would be up in my new house, in my new room, staring at my new walls, and thinking about you, and knowing that you wouldn’t call. And you laughed and said, “Baby, of course you wouldn’t be waiting for the phone to ring because I’d already be talking to you before you staring at it.” And I believed you because you were that boy with the goofy laugh and the hazel eyes. And I believed you.

But I’m right now because the phone hasn’t rung at all.

I keep hearing your voice saying, “May, you’re not always right,” and I wish I wasn’t right, right now. I’ve never wanted to be so wrong before. No ring.

And I remember all those So-So’s and I can’t help but think that they were all lies. But they were the most sacred part of us, even though you would beg to differ, you never were that sentimental…because you said that I was enough for you. And all the things that we make up in our world could disappear and everything would be okay as long as you had me. And I believed you.

Every window pain and shattering
Cutting off my words before I speak
This is how it feels to not believe
~yellowcard

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