Don't call me on the telephone
You already know I won't answer
And I'll delete the voicemails
To erase any trails
That lead right back to me.
I don't want to remember,
I want forget
About the days we've spent
Walking and laughing—
We'd always fall.
But I'm done falling—
Falling in love,
Falling in your hands,
Falling through like sand
And not being able to stand.
If you give me time
I won't have to push you away.
I’ll keep your memory in mix-tapes
And replay you and rewind you
To listen to the melancholy
Slowly drifting away from loneliness
Knowing that the pain was pretty good,
Maybe even better than the laughs and walks
And falling in and out of love.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 9:09 PM UTC
Don't call me on the telephone
You already know I won't answer
And I'll delete the voicemails
To erase any trails
That lead right back to me.
I don't want to remember,
I want forget
About the days we've spent
Walking and laughing—
We'd always fall.
But I'm done falling—
Falling in love,
Falling in your hands,
Falling through like sand
And not being able to stand.
If you give me time
I won't have to push you away.
I’ll keep your memory in mix-tapes
And replay you and rewind you
To listen to the melancholy
Slowly drifting away from loneliness
Knowing that the pain was pretty good,
Maybe even better than the laughs and walks
And falling in and out of love.
