You call every night
And we talk until bed.
We talk about our days,
And when we run out of things to say
You let me babble about nothing in particular.
You let me sing in my off-key voice
To whatever Joyce is playin’ on the radio.
You let me complain about everything and nothing.
You let me yell at my roommate.
You let me ignore you more than you should.
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