Something tells me you've been missing out

on all the places and towns we always used to go,

and so I'm stuck here to figure now,

the chance we had made you pack your bags.



Your three thousand miles

from the place you once called home.

So much different,

you're getting distant

and now I'm the only one whose all alone.

The fact about fiction is that it's always in your head.

So let it all go just what you don't know is I'd pick you,

yeah, I'd pick you instead.



So drink down the bottle and just go to bed,

this whole situation is going right over your head.

You're out of your body, why don't you come to mine?

Cause right now what it takes to f