I may lose interest.  If you don’t get in touch. It’s in my nature.  I will lose interest.

It’s natural to happen.  You gotta keep me hooked or I will lose interest.

Have you thought that this could happen?  Is this what you want to happen?

I bet not and I bet it won’t cross your mind.  You’re playing it super cool thinking that’s what I like.  It’s true I don’t like my phone, but I’d like my phone for you.  In fact thinking you could text is keeping the back of my mind occupied.  It’s driving these words that I force myself to type.

I don’t think the phone is for you.  In fact I’m sure it’s not what you do.  I don’t think you’d think you’d have anything to say.  And you mumble on the phone.  I’ve heard you.  I can’t stand mumbling on the phone.  I can stand it with you.

Why is it with my sister we can gab on and on and on?  But with you although there’s comfort, the words you can’t seem to spew.  If you don’t text me ‘good luck’ with my new journey tomorrow,  I’m sorry but it’s over.

I’ll have no more time for you, too.