I came by to see you tonight.
Did you get the message I stopped by.
And if you were home.
Would you have even let me in.
I'm clinging to this scrap of what we had.
But holding the phone can't compare to holding your hand.
And looking into your eyes.
And falling asleep to your breath.
Thoughts of you.
Brighten my day.
But also.
Pull me down.
Because I know.
That they're all that I have.
To hold on to. Everywhere I look.
Something is there.
To remind me of you.
And the times we had.
Oh how I wish.
Things were how they were.
I'd come over and.
We'd watch movies in.
Your bed till you.
Fell asleep by my side.
The way that girl walks.
The way that that girl does her hair.
That movie that song or that star up in the sky.
Only serve to remind.
Me that I'm not.
Anything special to you. Anymore.
Please pick up the phone.
And tell me that you need me.
As much as I know I need you.
Calling your house.
Letting it ring one thousand times.