Tin can telephone

We put two cans on a piece of string and stretched it tight. You said I had to pull good and hard, or you wouldn't hear me. With that distance between us, with the smell of baked beans in my nose instead of the smell of your mum's cigarettes, with the feel of you pulling away from me, I thought maybe I could say something true for once. But when I opened my mouth, you let go of your can and you laughed at the gash mine left on my chin. I have to admit, it was pretty funny.