A Conversation's End

God, I hate technology
The glow from the screen makes my skin crawl
And oh, do I want to call you back
And say I didn’t hear you
That my own insecurities deafened me
Because you push, push, push
And I shove right back

I hate this "self-fulfilling prophecy" bullshit
about this—whatever it is
being doomed from the start
'Cause it’s right
And it sucks
I can’t go with your punches
I lied
and you push, push, push
And I shove right back

Why won’t you call back?
You asked a question
I answered it
What’s wrong?
Do I not amuse you anymore
no, you just push, push, push
And I shove right back

I’m in too deep
It’s up to my eyeballs, down my throat, inching to my heart
After all, Zain
I am a feeling creature
Did you forget about my crazy?
It never left.
I warned you
Warned myself
then you push, push, push
And I shove right back

I didn’t want it to end
No, I really didn’t
I wanted to smile
and laugh
and meet you face-to-face
Texting is so impersonal
But you push, push, pushed
And I shoved right back.