Sitting in the corner of your living room convinced this was the last time I'd see you, my last conversation with you

You persevered but now state lines provide a distance I abuse

Walk down the garden path, memories meet me on the street

Summers spent swinging from the clothes line in your backyard

Now I'm smoking alone in my room despite the thought of you to bring me back to who I used to be

This is never who I wanted to be

Eventually time will wash away the memory

Ignorance is my only form of bliss

Avoiding the fact that I could be more than this

Too scared to pick up the phone at the thought of a dial tone

Or what you might say "This must be such a rare day"

Remove the pain but make me feel ill

We knew the day would come

Distance myself so that the pain feels numb

I can't do this on my own

(On my own)

I can't do this on my own

(Stay far away)

I know that I haven't called (I know that I haven't called)

Too scared to pick up the phone at the thought of a dial tone

I know that I haven't called (I know that I haven't called)

Too scared to call and say that I'll miss you every fucking day