On-Call Friend

You called me when you'd had a few last night.
Was it a game?
Had your feelings changed?
Cause we didn't fight.

You talked to me with kind words and kept it light.
Was there intent?
Were you looking for consent?
It really was nice, cause we didn't fight.

I hate the thought of being used
whenever things go wrong for you.
That I will always be there,
when you've had a bad night.
Cause you know I won't fight.
Cause you know I still care about you.

I called you when I'd had a few tonight.
You told me no more games,
that things would never change.
I didn't bother to fight.

You talked to me with harsh words
how dare I call you so late at night.

Like there was intent.

Like I was looking for consent.

Then again, you've always been right.

I understand now I'm nothing but your on-call friend.
You only care when you need me.
Just someone on whom you can depend.
Someone you know will answer the phone
when he sees your name on caller ID.
Yet hate when you see mine. Never a good time.
Stupidly, always your on-call friend.