Phone Calls Home

Let me in, let me go I think I've finally lost control Like the time I drove your call into a wall Give it up, give it back I'm on the verge of another panic attack And none of my friends ever answer when I call And I can't see straight But that's everything we are The signs were written in big block letters But they still just seem so far And we spent all our weekends In that parking lot back home You couldn't stand me And I can't stand to be alone Oh, no Take me back, take my hand I need a way to understand The meaning behind every single word you said Learn to love, learn to die I'd really like to see you try To make sense of all the thoughts that fly through my head And I can't believe it But I've fallen out of faith You never liked my band It always kept me in my place And we spent all our weeknights In that coffee shop down the street I never made you proud But you were still so proud of me Or so I think And in that parking lot, my dad taught me to drive But in the streets, we'd kill to feel alive And through my father's love, I learned to build a home I never would have made it on my own On my own And I can't see straight But that's everything we are The signs were written in big block letters But they still just seem so far And we spent all our weekends In that parking lot back home You couldn't stand me And I can't stand to be alone So let me go Let me go