A Bad Connection

With the alcohol came courage so I picked up the phone
 
It was 3:30am so I knew you'd be at home
 
After 8 or 9 rings you finally picked up
 
I started speaking quickly so you couldn't interrupt
 
All my emotions poured out like water from a faucet
 
Pride held me together but it wasn't long before I lost it
 
I told you of the pains I had suffered for regrets
 
For betraying the love that you chose to confess
 
I said I knew hope was lost but before I could move on
 
I wished you'd accept my apology and you said,
 
"Wrong number, moron!"
 
 
*Another of my older works*