You Called Me

The bus smells like sweaty feet,
In the August heat.
I'm coming to see you 'cause,
You called me.

The bus pulls into the stop,
You are not there.
I take my bags to a waiting cab,
Wondering if you even care.
I'm coming to see you 'cause
You called me.

You're street is full of cars,
You're driveway is packed.
Everyone you know is there.
I knock on the door,
A stranger answers are you even here?
I'm coming to see you 'cause
You called me.

I wait for a moment at the door,
Looking at all the unfamiliar faces around me.
Remembering when I was the only one you had around.
I'm coming to see you 'cause
You called me.

I wander through the rooms,
down the hall.
Through the crowd of people I don't know,
Thinking of the parties we used to throw.
I came to see you 'cause
You called me.

Finally I find you in the backyard,
With another girl.
Kissing her neck,
Touching her hair.
Devastated I turn away.
I came to see you, why did
You call me?

I push my way back through the crowd,
to the front door of your place.
Grab my bags,
Call a cab wait and cry.
Now I'm leaving you,
Why did you call me?

The bus still smells like sweaty feet,
In this August heat.
My eyes are dry and red from crying.
I am finally leaving you,
Please don't call me.