Annie, I have missed you
And I missed you even more than I knew
I see Chicago has a history
And I guess I have a history too
But you can knock a building down
And it houses something you can't fix
But I think I let you down
And it hits me like a ton of bricks
I miss a lot of things
And now I have a lot of holes to fill
And I betray myself to follow
And I'm pretty sure I always will
But you offered me a way
I imagine that I must have obliged
I was kidnapped by you
But I buried myself alive
It's a friendly face saying: she'll make good
On all the things she said she would
But she won't; so lo, behold, the sycophant
Shrouded in the things we want, but we don't
So watch it friend, that's me in the trunk
Passive, aggressive, and a sloppy drunk
And all I know is no good
And I'm nothing, if not misunderstood
So all the little details come
Slippin' through the cracks
And all the reasons that I've missed you
Have finally found their own way back
As if they started filling space
Then I begin to loose my breath
And on an airplane from Chicago
I'm proud to say that I cheated death
Annie, I have missed you
And I missed you even more than I knew
I see Chicago has a history
And I guess I have a history too