Page 177 of Goodbye Note
“No, it fucking doesn’t!” Val flexed his jaw. “How often?”
“More than five, less than twenty.”
“So, like, once a year?” Fox asked, gob-smacked.
"No. We haven’t spoken since I got married."
Fox closed one eye, doing math in his head. "Ten years, twenty times…"
“I don’t want to talk about this.” I got up to push play on the stereo, but Val didn’t move.
“You didn’t tell me.”
“I didn’t tell anyone because I knew what everyone would say. First, it would have been ‘don’t reignite those rumors.’ Second, it would have been ‘he’s using you to get off,’ and we were using each other. Third, it would have been ‘why are you doing this to yourself?’ And finally, it would have been ‘why are you giving him more material to write albums about?’ I’ve had all the conversations with myself, thank you very much, and I don’t need to have them again. I know I’m an idiot. I haven’t seen him since I married Lindsay. I wouldn’t cheat, and he told me at the wedding to never contact him again.”
They all stared.
“Can we finish listening now?”
Highs & Lows
get as good at rewriting our history as The songs we sing
a constant chorus of High notes
speculators thick as thieves
they’re only along for the highs and lows
live and die on every word we cry
suffer through your highlights
while I’m Singing the blues
cut me out like corners
put me down like our romance.
a pen to the page
another day to age
Memories slipping through the hourglass
but I learned long ago the Grass isn’t greener
Her Taste isn’t sweeter,
you’re just a different ghost
a plague on someone else
fairy lights on the tour bus
nights made easy
memories to evade
