You sent me pictures of your neck.nHow did you want me to react?nOh, did you want me to respond?nLook, we can sleep anyway you want,nwith my arms around your arms,nor I can sleep out in the car.nnI got hung up on the wrong hook.nI'm tired of knocking woodnand not getting let in.nYour eyes are two deep pools of mud.nMaybe I got stuck.nBaby I got stuck.nnMy arms are tired, my throat is sore,nyou're the only soldier fighting in this warnand I'm the fool still cheering you on.nThe poems on the pages that you skipped,nthey're just meaningless winglessness,nforget that they exist.nnNow I'm sure you're keeping score.nYou're the same trick I keep falling for,nthe hurricane that hit my heart.nI missed the last turn before the interstate,nand the right words, but all too latenand you're doing great at moving on.nnSee, hidden in the pages of my notesnis a letter that I wrote to you, but never sent,nand that's how the story ends.