Now I walk through endless nights.
Let the streetlights pass the time.
And even though your call don’t come, no
I still pray you’re by the phone.
And I know this don’t sound right,
but I hope you hurt like I.
Then I know you sympothize.
You’re my peace of mind.
And maybe you sit at the window waiting.
Maybe bad days just repeat & rewind.
Maybe the truth is the walls are caving in.
Just say it, say it’s so.
Say it.
Say it’s so.










