It's late, but not too late.
It''s Saturday night.
As it always is.
I'm by myself.
And for a split second I swear I see your name and your picture flash up on my phone.
But I don't.
And it's not you.
You're not calling.
And the phone is still ringing.
But I'm not answering.
Because it's not you.
As it never is...
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