I called you up again today and you didn’t pick up.
It’s weird. I didn’t expect it to happen this quickly, you know?
The thought of growing apart before we ever really knew each other.
And now, now I don’t fucking have a life.
I sit here and I worry about myself so much that it’s almost offensive when other people worry about me.
But you, it was different with you.
It’s like I wanted you to care, I wanted you to be nosy.
I wanted you to be there.
And I know it’s stupid of me to say you don’t care, of course you do.
But I want you to care so much more.
I want you to care so much that it annoys me, that it annoys everybody around us.
So all you really left me with was an empty chest, and all I left you with was a million missed calls.
But that’s okay, because one day you’ll know that I tried.
And at the end of each day I can rest my head easy telling myself that I tried