The thing is...

The thing me don't get about me ex is she calls .
She keeps in touch ...

Says dumbs things like " I was wondering since i haven't heard from you in a while..."

Pretending like she couldn't have figured it on her own .

Assuming there must have been some mistake.

That she would have been glad to occupy her time with something else but for that old thought that crossed her mind and begged her to interfere and save its life .

Thats how she ended up at the other end of this line she would lead you believe.
Thats her way . Half asking for truths , half telling lies...
Acting like a fool and hoping others will follow suit.
Acting acting pretending
Aimlessly hoping to stumble on some explanation somewhere.
To correct what absence had made wrong.
To bridge what time had made distant.
Always a sentimental fool she
For all her modern views ,a religious buffoon.

But aaah ma chérie, for all you are me must confess
As time goes by the more Me appreciate that part of you that would rather be blind
Me find it sweeter
softer
kinder
Proof of a bigger heart

Me envy that.
All me heart keeps droning is that nothing went wrong.
That the error is is only in me seeing while you close your eyes .

There was no mistake gal
Remember that time
There was no mistake

When the ship set sail and the we waved goodbye
When Distance and Absence,whose presence excuses are required of today we invited as guests

Me remember
And me meant that moment
Me meant it from then on to eternity
Me meant it only like a man who searches can mean something
Who only makes promises he intends to keep
Absolutely
Without exceptions

And me still can't find no excuses for that