Drunk call by: me
“Go to bed”
That’s what you said after my drunk call
And I know it was wrong but in my defense I didn’t think you’d answer at all.
It’s hard for me to let go, when after 8pm you’re the only person I care to know.
But I guess I was in the wrong
Because I called you at 9:39
But you were in the wrong too because you didn’t decline
My drunk call
But I’ll never tell you I wasn’t actually drunk at all
I haven’t drank in years
But I couldn’t think of any better excuse to be able to call you in tears…
And tell you I’ve missed you.
Maybe I shouldn’t have picked up the phone
But I needed you to know
Me to know
That I haven’t been the only one who feels alone
And when I asked you if you felt the same
During my drunk call
You told me your feelings were none of my business
At all
And maybe that’s true, or maybe that’s just what you’re supposed to say
But when I told you to answer and I’d go away
(And you left me on read)
I don’t know.
Call it cliche
But it felt like you gave me an answer- an opportunity.
An invitation
To stay.