Last night I called you and I asked you out,
But the story you gave me filled me with doubt.
You said that you had to go visit a friend,
And somehow I knew that our love would soon end.
It’s just my love
You’re playing with now.
You’re trying to tear it into.
It’s just my heart
You’re breaking tonight,
But if you want it, I’ll give it to you.
I called you this morning to talk for a while.
I told you I missed you and your lovely smile.
But you said that you didn’t have time right then,
And when you hung up, I started crying again.
Oct. 9, 1982
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