Trying a little experimental blog section, might get rid of it, not really sure yet. This is just free-writing, letting the words come as they come to try to get the creative juices flowing. Can you guess what songs I have stuck in my head?
I only call you when it’s half past five. This tribe you call your friends takes you out on limousine dates, and you hardly try to stop them. Just last week I saw you at the barbers, and you were laughing, and I saw that you were ugly in the mirror. I don’t care though, I never trusted your reflection anyways.
I only call you when it’s half past five. The first time and the last time I saw you I loved you. I can’t speak for every day in between, and I wish, for you, that I could tell you that every moment was consistent. At least when I call you, you pick up every time.
You used to call me on my cellphone. I don’t wait up anymore, it’s not fair that you still do. The man who doesn’t trust himself pulls the strings again and I find myself wondering why I don’t wait up anymore. I know why though. It’s because I only call you when it’s half past five.