I know you won't ever spend an afternoon crying, staring 
at a silent telephone.
I know you won't
ever stop and wonder all
about me. Call me,
finding my phone number.
I know you won't
ever say you loved me
to your friends. In fact they've
never heard of me.
I know you won't ever call me Baby
like you use to,
truth is, it turned out to be fitting.
I know you won't
ever remember
just how gorgeous August was
now that it's September.