The other night,
we wasn't suppose to, we had a fight.
I thought it woulda served ya right,
then I got a call, heard you made a flight.

Then I realized what I done wrong.
I tried callin' but the phone just rung and rung.

My friend O.C. told me where you might be.

When I finally found you,
I saw that you were lookin' kinda blue.
I tried to apologize to you,
But you said I was already over due.

Now what do I do?
How do I get back to you?
All I want is,
is for me to be with you.
It's true.

(This poem is actually true, I got in a big fight wit' my gf one time and she took off, and I was scared.)