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