We're Not Gonna Wonder When They're Gonna Call

We stay up until four
Watching old French films
On old tv's
That we kept from our exes
When the post-break-up sex
Stopped happening

We eat cheetos and dip 'em
In ranch dressing
And we're messing around
With the rabbit ears
Trying to get the set clear
So we can see Jules and Jim
And trim down the static

We're automatically proud of ourselves
For not going out tonight
When right at five
The phone's came alive
Striving to drive us
To bars where our cars have been broken into
Many, many times

But instead we stay here
And drink bad beer and pray
That our phones will ring
The ring that brings us back
To the exes whose sex
Is not forthcoming

We're drumming on our laps
Clapping to hit the lights
So the bright glare of the black and white
Can right click on us
And bring up our past

We're mastering plastering our hearts with glass
And seeing if we can keep them from developing cracks
Attacking them with hammers
When we think they've been tainted
And painted them blue
To do away with red
Indicating life
Indicating health
Indicating mental health

We're not gonna wonder
When they're gonna call

We're not gonna hope for it
Or keep the phone
In a place where it receives
Perfect service

We're not gonna check their status
To make sure they're doing something
That wouldn't involve
Turning off their phone

We're not gonna text them--'I miss you'
But we write it out several times
And check their name in our phones
And then close the phones
But leave the text in the 'Draft' file

We'll do all that
But we're not gonna wonder

We're not gonna wonder
When they're gonna call