I miss the days where it wasn’t so easy
To up and run away
Where serious things were met
With responsible responses
No matter how much someone might
Want to forget
Maybe it was the invention of caller ID
Or perhaps answering machines
Pagers beep beep
Or maybe it’s just me
Maybe I need to stay locked up
Do a better job of hiding my keys
Cuz what he did was fucked up
And should have incinerated my feelings
But the real thing that’s fucked up
Is the slight feeling of numbness
Dulling the pain and keeping me at peace
Cuz after all when you think about it
He’s just another person who has
Chosen to devalue me
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