Denial River
Hey! How have you been?
I’ll make this quick see, cuz you’ve been so busy,
That you haven’t had any chance to talk with me.
You even forgot to return my calls,
Or maybe you just haven’t heard them all.
I wrote you a few times; it was just a few lines;
I’m sure that you meant to respond in due time.
I know in my heart you would never ignore me,
It’s just like you said to me, let’s take it slowly.
And we’re doing great — we haven’t spoken in four years.
That’s slower than blocked freeways, instant replays,
And dumb, blonde MuchMusic vee-jays.
I was wondering something:
My best friend started talking to you,
They say they saw him with you,
At a party in June,
They say you’re hot for this dude,
They say you meet with him at parties,
They say you leave with him from parties,
They say you sleep with him after parties,
They say you’ve been showing your girls the new ring on your finger.
But I’m not even sweating things,
Because you told me that you weren’t ready for wedding rings.
So I’m not believing this business, about you making commitments.
When it comes to making promises, women are different:
Men are terrible people, but a woman is truly a gift from God,
And a woman never gives her bod, if she won’t give her heart, right?
Look, I’ve noticed things aren’t exactly the same between us two,
You should know I still trust you, I just don’t wanna bug you,
So what’s new? I’ve got a funny story you’d love, too:
Have you heard the one about the dumb guy in denial,
Who doesn’t realize his girlfriend’s been gone for awhile,
Last month, she and his best friend went down the aisle,
But he doesn’t believe it, he sits there and smiles.
She gets all his letters but she doesn’t respond,
And that should be the proof that she’s fully moved on.
He keeps telling people she just needs time,
And that they’ll get back together when she feels fine.
What a story, huh?
Lately I’ve been feeling really scared,
I’ve lost most of the friends we shared,
Because they remind me of you,
And see, the truth,
Is that you still convey your thoughts about me,
Is that your way of talking to me?
I’m happy that I could give you the freedom that you craved,
And even though we almost never communicate,
I’m sure God wouldn’t let me go through this much pain,
Without giving you back to me,
Afterall, you’re the only person I’ve ever wanted to be with.
Lately, my dreams turn to nightmares,
I see you right there, with your nice hair,
It strikes fear, I fight tears.
But I still think you and I are like:
Ross and Rachel, Zack and Kelly,
Dylan and Brenda, Dawson and Joey,
Eric and Donna, Jesse and Becky,
Steve and Laura, Cory and Topanga,
In Hollywood, everything’s always good,
This is just the part in the movie,
Where it looks like the prince and princess won’t marry,
Every fairy tale movie has a happy ending,
And the way you used to kiss me,
Is my only proof that you miss me.
They say I’m hurt but my self-esteem has been crippled,
They say I’m lying to cover up for the pain I feel inside,
They say I’m ashamed to let go of what we had,
They say I’m hiding from the truth,
They say I’ve never resolved issues with our end,
They say I’m dismissing reality as a defense mechanism. I say:
There is no honor in walking away,
There is no dignity in leaving for good,
There is no respect in accepting defeat,
There is no pride in giving up hope,
I’m more than willing to deal with the tears every night,
The involuntary kicking on my mattress,
The nightmares of you biting on another man’s tongue,
The loneliness and rejection,
The bitterness and confusion,
And the late nights staring at my cell phone.
Because I’m sure we’ll talk soon,
And just in case you aren’t sure,
My cell phone number hasn’t changed,
My home phone number stayed the same,
I still constantly check my email,
I still work the job in retail,
It’s free for me to receive a text message,
And I’m sure we’ll talk when you get this,
God willing.
Love, Milan.


