2 A.M.

sleep has poisoned me with drunken insecurities.  i've forgotten why i've called you.  maybe it's  or maybe just to let you know.  i've got no one to talk to.  i've got no one to talk to.  it's just as well that you let me go, at least you've got a story you can tell to  all those guys who pull up your shirt and rub your thighs.

well i guess i just called to say "hi."

staring at the phone, i'm wondering if you've gotten home.  maybe you've always been sleeping.  i'll give you one more try, maybe just to say goodbye.  i'll find someone to live through.  i'm bored of myself only wanting to be you.  i'm intimate with your machine, i memorize what it says to me: 

"kate and i are busy right now.  but i'm sure we'll get a hold of you sometime."

i guess i called to say "hi."