Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Mister Jones Again

I was driving and inadvertently speed dialed your number
You sounded very happy to hear from me
And it was your birthday, some Freudian slip on my part, I'm sure
We met soon after that and I was so nervous my thighs were shaking

One thing led to another and we were back at it again
Pretending it was love forever this time
Pretending we weren't going to do that thing from before
Knowing we were but nobody wanted to stop just then

"I missed you, missed this, thought I was done with this...." Me

"I missed us, we're going to be together forever this time...." You

Christmas came and I gave you my almost new flat screen television
(All right, I got a bigger one)
You forgot my gift but remembered to take me there and then
I believed you when you said we'd meet the next day
And never heard from you again

That's a lot of work for a television.
Your children must be very proud of you.

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