Just called to say I'm alive but I am living in your absence



Just called to say I'm fine and by fine I mean distracted



Distracted by the thought that we were never meant to be



That punch in the gut of a fact hit me this morning at half past three



Cause if we were meant to be then we sure as hell wouldn't be where we are now



Taking everything we had built up and burning it straight to the ground



I wonder if you ever think of me are your dreams splattered with my face



But that implies that I would've meant something to you in the first place



It's ******* how you told me I could call you and talk to you at any old time



Cause this voicemail will go unlistened to even though I can see you're online



It's fine I'll just keep looking for your car, your face, and a sign that you ever cared



Leave a message at the sound of my voice, please pick up I know you're still there