I figured out why you don’t answer calls

I remind you of all the bad things that happened

And I can’t help that
I can’t let things go, it’s who I am

And I’m sorry I remind you of the bad times

I was three years-old and didn’t understand

But there were other things I want to talk to you about

Then again, I don’t know if you knew the whole truth

How you’d feel

And you probably still wouldn’t answer when I called you

So maybe it’s better that you don’t