You used to call me late at night. We would talk until there was almost no night left to bother sleeping away.
Now you call the girl in the next room, late at night. I can hear the whispers and muffled laughs as you charm your way into her heart.
Just like you charmed your way into mine.
I wish I could hate you. But the truth is that the only feeling I have for you is love.
I hope it works out for you two.
I just don’t want to listen to it. Not yet anyhow.
I wish you would give me more time to get over you.