May 12th, 2011

Here we lay again, on two separate beds, riding phone lines to meet a familiar voice and pictures drawn from memory.
We reflect on miscommunications and misunderstandings.. and missing each other too.. much to have had to let go.

Turn our music down and we whisper: ”Say what you’re thinking right now” 

Tell me what you thought about when you were gone and so alone.
The worst is over. You can have the best of me.
We got older but we’re still young.
We never grew out of this feeling that we wont give up.