Excuses

It is still early on and I have the phone in my hand,
Replaying what you told me.
I'm thinking of all your plans.
And hoping some one can see.
All of your little promises
And sweet little lies
Are all broken
And hot tears fill my eyes.
Its getting kind of late,
And everyone is in bed
I'm cleaning up where they ate
And picturing you in my head.
I replay what you told me
And i realize I heard you right
And now I begin to see
You aren't going to call tonight
I set the phone down on the table
And go crawl in bed
Maybe you just weren't able
Or maybe you just forgot what you said.
But wait a second
You used those excuses last time..
Maybe I should just let it end
Or maybe you should care about what is going through my mind..

7-30-05 6:37pm by Me(Maribeth Ross)