I would write you poems but i'm running out of pens
The ones I have all blot the paper
And bleed right through every envelope I have
I would call more often but I never get reception
When I do, I leave a voicemail
Do you ever get them?
Of all the ways we communicate
Nothing quite compares to talking to your face
'Cause that look you gave me makes my heart fly away
'Cause that look you gave me makes my heart fly away
I would draw you pictures but I boiled all my crayons
To make these homemade candles like I did when I was ten
I would make you movies but the camera went to shit
I said that I'd write you a song, so here it is
Of all the ways we communicate
Nothing quite compares to talking to your face
'Cause that look you gave me makes my heart fly away
'Cause that look you gave me makes my heart fly away