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When I heard your voice on the phone

I was more than a little surprised

It’d been a long night of collapsing-building dreams

And I’d barely opened my eyes

The questions you were asking me

Reminded me of when we were together:

How much are you drinking, and how’s your family?

At least you didn’t ask about the weather

My mom, she’s been doing well

Dad’s been getting dizzy

I’m not drinking as much, but not not at all

Such tail-chasing has been keeping me busy

That and picking at scabs to see fresh blood

It’s all right, we can laugh about this stuff

We laughed about the first time we were in bed

And I was such a mess

You knew I wasn’t that drunk

So you asked me if I was religious

It was a decent question, I guess

Though it made me even more nervous

Like you’d invited the Almighty himself

To testify to our congress

In the morning you only had that dress

That you’d worn for the games out on the lawn

I’d say we were both ready to run

Once you put your blue tennis shoes on

Picking at scabs to see fresh blood

It’s all right, you can laugh, but I’ll call your bluff

That time we drove out to the country

‘Cause my folks were draining the pond

And we thought we’d catch a couple catfish

Before they faced their Armageddon

You held the pole and I rowed the boat

And when I brought us back to the bank

My dad showed us how his grandma cleaned ‘em

By nailing their heads to a plank

We were gonna be living high:

Fresh catfish and cottage fries

But we both knew from the first bite

Those fish’s Kool-Aid was laced with cyanide

So putrid it was hard to describe

There wasn’t enough beer in the house

To make it seem like a good time

Or to wash the bitter taste out of our mouths

So we went around the corner to the grocery store

To pick up some more beer and fried chicken

While I was over grabbing a six-pack

You were at the counter being propositioned

In overalls and a motorized cart

He didn’t look like he could do too much harm

But whatever he said about sexing chickens

Made you never want to go back to the farm

Picking at scabs to see fresh blood

It’s all right, you can laugh. That’s about enough

When I heard your voice on the phone

I was more than a little surprised

It’d been a long night of disastrous dreams

And I’d barely opened my eyes

I probably wouldn’t’ve picked up the phone

But I was waiting on a call from a plumber

You still had our old area code

I didn’t recognize your number

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