sorry I don’t call
sorry I don’t write
I know I don’t owe you anything
but you know me
I hate to leave you hanging

I’ve been synced with this new england weather
soft like snow, and warm as the fire
happily swallowed up in my bedroom
but it’s no excuse
your poor self feeling dragged along
due to my lack of communication

just how do I wrench myself from a life so intoxicating
to be pulled into a screen
to tell you of my dreams

I’m wasn’t lying
when I told you
I haven’t spoken to anyone back home
in forever

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