Verse 1:
Its lonely on the road an shorty ain’t calling me frequently,
but I'm always on the go so normally it never Botha me,
but a part of me is dialing her phone only to knowingly,
leave a message slowly then the moment will be gone...

but I go back and forth leaving messages and wandering -
the echoes of my mind for an answer to my pondering
that I don't even know but Slowly were growing apart it seems, when we talk it’s awkwardly, if we talk at all...

And am I over us
Or simply over feeling crushed,
And am I overwhelmed
Or underwhelmed by just,

How little that we talk, 
that we laugh, that we touch?
And does she know,
And if I told her would she simply shrug?

HOOK

Verse 2:
Now its Colder in the snow, Winter will replace the autumn leaves,
Muting all the colors and replacing them with silent seeds,
of solitude and sorrow so I know I could be Overly,
Contemplating is she Over me, analyzing it like poetry, 

but this feeling of the distance got a hold on vulnerabilities and  won't let go, it's hard to see we're Leaning on our history
and resting on our laurels, slowly were growing apart it seems, when we talk its awkwardly, if we talk at all...


Say she feeling quite the same
thinking its the blame game,
Thinking I'm pointing fingers
That she doesn't do enough,
When it's really quite the opposite,
And she the only one,
With stuff enough to make me blush
And I'm missing her so much...

To And fro we go squandering these heavy thoughts,
when a simple sentiment of anything would quell the rush,
apologies are common between common folk like us,
who know exactly what it takes for the other to feel loved...

Like if I could just tell your dad
how much he means to you, 
And what it would do if you knew
how much he believed in you,
And when he's not himself and mean to you,
how it eats through you and leaves bruises
no one can see but me and you...

But I'm not him, I'm just another man,
and can only account for the pain caused by these hands,
an These stone hands can't grasp 
Glass - delicate as you 
This neck charm don't clasp
Our Past -is  breaking us in two
A noose - hanging us by what we
used to do…

So I'm sorry for all the yelling, Sorry for every curse
Sorry for even helping, All I do is make it worse
Sorry for being scary, Sorry that I'm a jerk
Sorry I should've have buried, The day I had at work
Sorry you should have done the same,
Baby it's okay, Gain - is measured by the things that you learn from the pain,
Sorry that I didn't let you go - No I'm not,
I'm happy I went all out - Sorry you did not,
Or maybe you really did and your feelings simply changed,
Or maybe you started talking to some-body, then again...