im caught up in the thought of you
and i dont know why
you live exactly 305 miles away and i've moved on

and i dont remember what you go to school for
or what your favourite foods are
or what kind of clothes you wear

but i remember the first night we met
drunk in the basement of a highschool party

and i remember the kiss and the laughter and your face

and i remember how you were the hardest goodbye i've ever had

and i remember how much i hurt you - i told myself it was for the best

but the truth is, i wasn't ready

but now i am, and its too late