Five Minutes to Midnight

It's five minutes to midnight,
And I'm waiting by the phone,
Eating cookie dough
That was originally meant for you.

It's four minutes to midnight.
I'm picking up the phone every other second,
Wondering if maybe you're asleep,
Hoping you're sleeping alone.

It's three minutes to midnight.
I'm sure you were lying
When you said you'd call me.
I'm so conceited.

It's two minutes to midnight.
I'm putting the dough back in the fridge--
I'll use it another time
When you forget to call.

It's one minute to midnight.
I'm in pajamas
And getting ready to dream about you
Again.

It's midnight.
The phone rings.
I fall out of bed and sprint to pick it up, my hopes skyrocketing.
Instead they plummet--it's the police from the station down the street.

It's a minute past midnight.
I know now
You were going to call
But your chance, along with your life, was stolen.