Sorry I didn't call I glued my phone to the table in the other room
So I would never be able to fuck with your head again, but I still miss your bed
I know I said I'd never let my peace of mind out of my head
But it snuck out like we used to on Friday nights
I know it's hard to understand what I've been going through
I don't expect you to

But I've been making progress in moving past this
Trying not to think about the things that we did
And the way your eyes looked at night before we went to bed

Now you've got 3 missed calls. There's so much I could say
We both roam different paths with 3 state lines in the way
When you walk to class does the wind burn your face?
Does it mess up your hair?
15 hours on a train, and you were home a couple days
Now you wait for a call to ignore. But I hope you know
I avoid the streets that used to lead my feet to your front door

I hope you're making progress in moving past this
Trying not to forget all the things that we did
But we both know
That i can't wipe your tears through the computer screen
And you're not here to move the cloud over my head
I thought that we could make this work but my mind fell apart again
But I've been making progress in moving past this
I'm trying not to think about the things that we did
And the way your eyes looked at night before we went to bed