Sometimes I wonder if you think about me when you're happy.
It's midnight.
I wake up to your call coming through on my phone.
And I pick up, just like always.
I'm tired; you're drunk.
I'm sober; you're crying.
I always answer when you call, but you ignore every ring when I dial.
I leave a voicemail, but you can't even be bothered to text me back.
You always leave me on read, and I wonder w...
