You call me in the middle of the night
Saying that you just got home
You're lucky I'm even still awake
Awake enough to answer the phone
But I knew it would be you
'cause I was _H O P I N G_ that you'd call
Hoping you'd say that you were sorry
But you don't apologize at all
And it's not ok and it's not alright
What have you been doing with those guys all night?
You call me in the middle of the night
So _D R U N K_ you're ready to pass out
Tellin' me you had a great time
Except for that hour you blacked out
Now you're surprised that I'm pissed
you think I'm acting all tough
Well I think you're acting like a BITCH
And I swear this time I've had enough
Thats how I feel each time my boyfriend blows me off for his friends each night. Especially the first few lines... I always end up waiting up until 2 am, just so I can talk to him. He can't understand why it drives me crazy...
It's just because I hatemiss him when he leaves me alone like that.
Still a really good poem.