You were on your way to call me
I was on my way to give a damn
We met halfway and decided that you're better then I am
I've got a box full of letters, not one of them's got a stamp
I can't hear the sound of laughter
I can't stand the taste of tears
I've been drying for a week now but I'll never last the year
When all is said and done, it's a come-up that I fear
So I dust the box off and I scribble your address
I lose my faculties and I crumble to a mess
But I feel blessed to pull my head up from my chest
Because I know my words will find you there
In the place where I'll be missed
You were heated when you called me
I was defensive because I was scared
I took it badly when you scolded me and that broke me then and there
I got wasted and I hated you; I resented how you cared
So I stumbled to my car
I fumbled with my keys
I pulled my wits out through my teeth said "why the hell should I need these?"
I swear I saw you for a second right before I hit the trees
Will you dust the box off and scribble in my mom's address
Curse my name and light a fire in your chest, or will you just rest?
Know there was nothing that you could do
I only ever spoke the honest truth to you
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