Wrote you all these pages - threw them out
And I'll pick up the phone
Just to put it back down.
Don't think I can hear how you're better now
I can feel the silence getting loud
How long are the start about you
Gonna run around
How I wish we'd found some common ground.
And I'm putting on a show
While your left at home it's not personal
I don't wanna cry so I'll make a joke
You're stuck in the in the goddamn
Back of my throat
Maybe it's pride or maybe I'm cold
There's all of these things I should say, but I don't
Did it get too heavy? did you sink
When you hear about me tell me
Does it make you flinch?
Does it kill you to the wondering
Are you dancing on your own
Or taking someone home
Better I don't know
I don't wanna cry so I'll make a joke
You're stuck in the in the goddamn
Back of my throat
Maybe it's pride or maybe I'm cold
there's all of these things I should say,
but I don't
Can't speak your name I'm scared
That I'll choke
Block out the nights in the back of your Ford baby, it's cruel spitting out hope
There's all of these things I should say
But I don't