Cary Briel

I was pranking,
I was young,
Caller id hadn’t come,
And we were immature,
That’s just the way we were;

Prefix and four,
That would supposedly guarantee
That who I called would be in JC,
I’d absolutely need to think
On my feet or sink;

So, I was pranking,
I was funning,
In search of love was I running,
But I ultimately couldn’t recall the four,
Digits that my brain didn’t store;

Nevertheless, we talked like old friends;
When ten or fifteen minutes in,
I’d disclose my sin,
And I’d need reveal that I had forgot
Those four digits on the spot;

And hanging up would have ended
Much, much more than a call,
I can hear my life fall,
If she’d have thrown down the hook,
My kids’d have a whole different look.