I was doing something, not really anything and the phone broke through -
your voice- soft, pleasant, lovely. I am home.
Do you remember me? - I gag - 
I remember talking well into the night with warm cuddles, soft, 
soft touches and discussions and arguments and chatter, laughter 
and smiles.

God I understood you, so much like me, I even knew myself better when
I was with you.  I remember camping, always laughing, fighting, dreaming
about something, lovely lazy days, sun shining, fire crackling, 
and fooling around in the tent.  I asked you then would this always be, 
you and me with stars and trees and sand.

And I remember, yes I still remember looking you straight in the eyes 
as I broke your heart, and watching them beg me not to.  God, but 
I think it was for the best, I'm sure, I think...
I'm way too unpredictable for you, every day brought a new heartache - 
I was your fill, wonder why you still talk to me?  After all I've done 
and said to you, but right now, talking, listening to you, want to brush
past you in a beautiful sleepy daydream.  Touch and caress, kissing 
your lips, lay in bed all day, discussing the world, our dreams 
and beliefs, pretending nothing had changed, pretending we were still 
young enough to waste time on being insightful and arrogant.

But as much as the daydream lights me up, I say good-bye and hang up,
It's for the best, I'm sure, I think...