Oh, God, your cell. Don’t answer it, it’s him. You knowit’s him. What, he’s thought about it and all of a sudden you’re right? I don’t think so. “Baby, you there?”
I told you not to answer it.
“I love you…”
He isn’t crying, is he? Really going all out this time. Sparing no expense, he’s got the tears down pat, the hitch in his breath, the break in his voice when he says your name. “Come back, please come back. I didn’t mean it, I wasn’t thinking, I loveyou.”
Like that makes everything all right. Keep driving. I’d say hang up but I know you won’t listen, not to me. What do I know? I’ve only seen the way he treats you, the way he walks all over you, the way he takes you for granted so hey, why the hell should you listen to me?