|No Day But Today|
His calls bring me happiness
but they also bring me dread
that sounds really bad, doesn't it?
but he calls and gets interrupted a million times
we don't even talk about "us" because he's embarrassed
because its a "private thing"
and his roomate could walk in at any second
and he doesn't want to take that chance
so i'm always wondering if he would rather be doing other things
which i know he would...
he's in the city
he doesn't want to be cooped in talking to me...
sometimes i wonder why he even bothers...
he gets me all worked up. all just dying to see him
dying to talk to him about anything
and then he's laughing at something
or listening to music
or talking to someone that walks in
then the feeling is gone and sadness comes instead
now it's 9:45 his time and he's going to sleep
after me telling him something sweet and him saying "oh i miss you"
then "i'm tired. goodnight"
it's like...everything is around his schedule
if he doesn't want to talk to me...he shouldn't call me
because although it brings me so much happiness to hear his voice
it brings me dread to hear the halfness in his voice
the half of "i want to see you" and then five seconds later
he's talking to someone else
more later. he called back.