Are you there?
Are you listening?
I hope one day you will meet me halfway.
When you're here, those thoughts become real.
Will you always come and go?
The last couple of weeks I drank till I was blind.
There's a whole lot of catching up you left behind.
Don't expect for this to be alright.
I did a whole lot of growing up, you were taking your time.
You said we'd grow old, I could rest in your bones.
I need you more than ever when I feel this alone.
Hopelessly devoted to something you don't know.
Forever chasing warmth in the lines on the road.
When do we call this an end?
When will my actions make amends with my friends?
When do we get to start again?
Even second chances are given to the dead.
I want to be there through it all;
live out the days that will remind me of the oldest days.
When everything that you love just isn't enough;
won't keep you warm anymore.
Where do you run?
It's always too much or never enough.
Settling seems to be the hardest part of growing up.
Hopefully you end the troubles I create for myself.
And we will never start again,
I'll be loved and be glad.
