How Come
How come you don't call me anymore
How come you don't cal me anymore
How come you don't call me anymore
How come you don't, don't call me, me anymore
How come, come you don't, don't call, call, me, me anymore
How come you don't call
For the last three hundred and sixty-five nights
The right hype about the wrong girl has consumed my whole world
Now I'm tired of walking down lover's lane yet again with the same engrained in my brain
And I know
I should of just let you go
All those years ago
Maybe I wouldn't of felt as low as I did
But it's alright with hind-sight in mind
I was blind but should have seen and read the signs
That were available
Laid my cards on the table
Raised the ante and let you leave the stable as you wished
Instead of feeling now like you've taken the piss
And here waiting for your call to be missed
Like I'd just like to state right now that this isn't an attack and it isn't a dig
I couldn't really do or say anything because I thought I had tried
It was just never, never going to happen and I think it wasn't going to happen because you weren't gonna let it happen
How come you don't call me?
What's, what's that beeping?
Anymore
I seemed to have developed a habit
Sitting in the back of cabs on the way home
After nights out with the cab driver tuned into Magic
Listening to love songs and feeling like a hopeless romantic
It's tragic
Gazing into headlights of the oncoming traffic
I'm reminded of you
Watching the rain soaked view
From the back seat window
Slumped low, feeling even lower
Safe in the knowledge that I know once this journey is over
I'll snap from my awake state nightmare
Ask myself if I really care
This is where my stare is broken
I'm here, I'm home, I swing the door open and start hoping for a descent nights sleep
Maybe one without you in my dreams
So I stagger due to drink and full bladder
Across the grass patch in front of my flat
Walk the four flights of stairs in the dark
Reach my front door, pop the latch and think now I'm back I can relax
Again, back into the black on jacks with just two cigarettes left in my fag
I spark one, take a drag and collapse
Into an arm chair where I stare at my phone fully aware I'm alone in the zone of my memory and thinking about texting you
But I can't stop thinking
How come you don't call me anymore
Memory is a cruel master
As it plays on the reminder of the love and the laughter That shared with each other
A tether of our time together
But you were right, time's a healer I feel better
I'm in a good place, a new space, a new improved me
Yeah you improved me but you see
Every time I see you, you remind me
What was wrong in the first place
Your hands trace my face and we embrace
I remember your touch, smell and taste
So you feel safe but you don't want to be confused
I felt used but said it was cool
Still, I'm nobody's fool I still tried it
Of course I did
I remember how you liked like it when I'd bite it
But you said you didn't buy it
That's OK I wasn't selling
It was raining heavily as I steadily heading back to mine laughing, thinking I've got this new girl complaining
How come you don't call me anymore