Do I want to speak to you or should I forget your voice?
But as I hear your phone ring I’ve already made the choice.
And ring it does, a dozen times but you never say, “Hello?”
So I hang up and cry a bit, wishing you didn’t go.
And tonite I’ll fall asleep too late to dream of you with sorrow
and I’ll say it’s time to be over you but alas…
I’ll probably call tomorrow.
A.R.M.
01/26/92
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