11/24/08

last call

I recognized your number, it’s burned into my brain. I felt my heart beating faster, every time it rang. Some things never change, that’s why I didn’t answer. I bet you’re in a bar, listening to a country song, glass of Johnny Walker Red, with no one to take you home. They are probably closing down, saying, “No more alcohol.” ‘Cause I’m always your last call. I don’t need to check that message, I know what it says, “Baby, I still love you,” don’t mean anything when there’s whiskey on your breath. That’s the only love I get. So if you’re calling, I bet you’re in a bar. Listening to a cheating song, glass of Johnny Walker Red, with no one to take you home, they are probably closing down, saying no more alcohol. I bet you’re in a bar, because I’m always your last call. Call me crazy but I think maybe we’ve had our last call.
- Last Call, LeAnn Womack


we've had our last call. i'm sorry you miss me. i'm sorry you think after all these years it's still there. i don't love you. we've had our last call.

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