tell me what you thought about when you were gone
and so alone
the worst is over
you can have the best of me
we got older
but we're still young
we never grew out of this feeling that we wont give up
here we lay again
on two separate beds
riding phone lines
you hear a familiar voice
and pictures drawn from memory
we reflect on miscommunications
and misunderstandings
and missing each other too
much to vow to let go
turn our music down
and we whisper
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