Here's a song I wrote about those phone calls we've all had.

You called me
remembering things,
like our first movie.

It was a comedy,
but you still cried
while I was laughing.
Otherwise,
you had said,
it was the best time
you've ever had.

Like those Sundays,
you and me,
lying around watchin TV.
Wishin' it'd rain all day,
so we could stay in bed,
stay in bed and play.

'It's me not you,'
you said,
'can't get you outta my head.'

But you tell me of someone new,
that since me,
there have been a few.
But they don't mean anything,
just some stupid kind of fling.

And you called me,
just to talk,
but now your thinkin,
we should go for a walk,
maybe watch some T.V.
and talk about what you think
of
you
and
me.

Very nice, thank you