Babette

You call me up

It’s Saturday

For once I don’t know what im supposed to say

You’re surprised when I’m come out with it

That I don’t know how I fit

 

I can’t speak when im supposed to im sorry

I cant be any louder than I already try to be

 

You wake me up

It’s 2am

Once again you need something

But you know we cant

Prioritise

Each other in our separate lives

 

Pulled in two different directions constantly

I think we’ll have to face it eventually

I promise I’ll try

But who knows where it will leave me

 

I cant speak when im supposed to im sorry

I cant be any quieter than I already try to be