A call or a text
Is all that I get
When I’m so far away
And it makes me regret
The choices I’ve made
And the places I’ve left
‘Cause in the end
I lose by my own theft.
It’s just sentimentality
That leads me to bleed
Over things I don’t feel
And people I don’t need.
But that will fade too
Til out of the blue
I see your face
And I can’t erase
The feelings I chase
At too slow a pace.
I trip and I stumble
My future - I fumble,
Getting left behind
The walls in my mind.