But you will never call me
cause you’re never there,
I can finally see that you
were never there.
If you ever call again,
I’ll have to tell you,
I can’t be your friend.

your sad eyes they dont keep me alive,
not like they used to.
and your cold feet they wont find their way to me,
it’s not like you want them to.
and your big heart, it won’t tear me apart,
not like it used to.

And besides you’re probably holding hands with some skinny pretty girl, that likes to talk about bands. And all I want to do is ride bikes with you and stay up late and watch cartoons.

You’re standing in my doorway
seven cities ago,
the days are racing
but you come back too slow.

You’re the finest thing that I’ve done,
the hurricane I’ll never outrun.
I could wait around for the dust to still,
but I don’t believe that it ever will.

and I don’t believe that it ever will.