Seven Unanswered Calls

That's the thing that always scared me: you still know my worst nights.
One call could turn into a conversation,
One conversation into a mistake.
I know this road, I know this feeling,
I know exactly what it takes.
Seven missed calls, and I still know your number by heart.
Seven missed calls, and that's the dangerous part.
I don't want to hear you say you're sorry.
I don't want to reopen old scars.
Seven missed calls, and that's the dangerous part.
Your jacket isn't in my closet,
Your coffee cup is finally gone.
I can drive past your apartment without slowing at the light.
I stopped checking every message,
Stopped replaying every word.