Hey, it's me.
You said that you wanted to talk calmly;
You wanted to work it out,
But I got busy over the weekend.
Five days of going, going, going,
And I come back to you;
"I'm still not ready to speak to you."
What?

Hey, it's me. You there?
It's been a week now since the last time we spoke.
I know I got mad at what you said,
But listen, you never told me the first time
How was I supposed to know 
Existing was hurting you?
Especially when I exist with him, and not you.

It's been two weeks now or so.
I just thought you were taking a break from me
Cause I wouldn't love you like you wanted me to.
I don't know if I'm sorry about it. I'm happy, at least.
He makes the days I hate worth worlds.

Hey, it's me again.
You're still my best friend.
We've been through everything together:
All my boyfriends, all your parents fights,
All of the sleepless nights.

I signed up for a pageant at school.
Practice is long, and really fun.
I love this and the girls I'm with.
I really wanna tell you.

You messaged me last Tuesday
Saying forget about prom and it broke my heart.
We planned that since we were kids,
So I acted spiteful once again.

You texted me last night,
And I spent the rest of it sobbing and screaming,
Dying inside out.
I should've apologized, and told you what you meant.
I should've said something to you because I'm not ready
To miss you.

It's Monday morning in this boring English class
And my teacher won't stop bothering me about this work I'm ignoring.
My mind's in another place, and everything is monochromatic grey.
I don't know what hurts worse:
The fact you said you're never coming back
Or the fact you told me for years you'd always stay
And come to find out
you lied.