San Francisco Payphone

One year ago today, I tossed away, a quarter that I should've saved. I faked a farwell fantasy and misbehaved. I never made an effort. My conscience went. After all the time I spent. The dollars that I dropped on you, I thought you'd say you miss me too. So here I am, a friend, the end, I meant to disregard that birthday card, nailed upon your wall he sent. I meant to turn my eyes from everything. I shouldn't see. An oath I took, you kissed my cheek. Cried yourself to sleep, but never would you admit to me.