The past opens up and flashes you

you try to put it out of your mind; that’s hard to do

 

how does it have your number 

when you’ve changed so much

 

why does it even bother 

when you haven’t stayed in touch

 

the past shoots you a message 

just to say hello

 

with your history even that silence 

is a way to count

 

you panic suddenly 

you’re back in 2003

 

you call the future and she’s free 

and you talk it out

 

but you still need to know

if it’s safe to go back to sleep