I want things to make sense again.
I miss the world we lived in together.
Maybe I make mountains from molehills.
I know we are not who we used to be.
I know seven years is a long time.
Maybe I needed you to call.
I want my muse around again.
I miss the words that always flowed.
Maybe I’m the one that screwed it all.
I know I couldn’t sit and wait.
I know we can’t, I know we can’t.
Maybe I wish I didn’t care.