Just when I thought
That I could stand on my own
You take the time
To call me up on the phone.
Just the sound of your voice
And I’m back on my knees
Begging you to take me back, please.
You keep hanging around
And before long I’ve found
I’m wrapped around your finger again,
But that’s the way that it’s always been.
It seems each time
I leave your memory behind,
You find a way
To come back into my mind.
With no effort from you
I’m right back at your side
And willing to swallow my pride.
Dec. 20, 1990
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