Well I’ve noticed That it’s been a while since we last spoke And I’m wondering If you often feel that same lump in your throat
The one that keeps me from asking how How you are and what you’re doing now
And I think about This a lot more than you think that I would And I’m staring At our messages longer than I should
It’s easier to pull at the strings Than just to sit quiet and believe That I’ve done nothing like it seems This is all too much for me This is all too much for me But in the morning I’ll try again
The one that keeps me from asking how How you are and what you’re doing now It’s easier to pull at the strings Than just to sit quiet and believe That I’ve done nothing like it seems This is all too much for me This is all too much for me But in the morning I’ll try…