A phone call awakens me.
It is the Past on the caller ID.

I should have known then that something wasn’t right.
When the past kept calling in the middle of the night.

The phone conversations should have ended fast.
If I am the present and she is the past.

I tried expressing my feelings, but he really didn’t care.
That total lack of respect was hard for me to bare.

The next night in bed he whispered, I promise I won’t move too fast.
I turned around and whispered back, go get it from the past.