I can't call you
It's 3 a.m. where you live
There's nothing you could say that I'd wanna hear
I try not to think about it
I try not to think about it
What if I kept my thoughts unsaid
What if we worked out in the end
I'd be like a bunny in the woods
Living under all of your snow
All of your snow
What if I still had you to hold
What if I could watch you grow old
If I were to take a step back
You'd be the keeper and I would be kept
The island day turned your lips sour
My heart hurt from aged anger
As the hot months dragged me
Into your arms again
And again and again and again and again
Sometimes I miss the attention
Sometimes I miss the attention