I don't know how to say it, I don't think you want to hear it, I've been falling in and out of step for this entire weekend. I wish I'd remembered, to pick up my headphones, because maybe then I wouldn't feel alone.
I've been listening to Death Cab, revisiting old times, when I believed in what I'd write. The sad fact is what I hold it up to, was about you, and that's the truth.
I can't see into the future; I don't know what it will hold. I don't know much, But I know:
I just don't think I can take it.
Look to me when you're feeling down; I'll always be here, I'll always be around. Whenever you need me, I'm just a phone call away.