I only see you when we're wasted
I took the time to call your name
and I don't understand our differences
but we both still feel the same.
When you think of all the reasons do they still fill you with regret?
Are we complicating the moments we should always have known best?
And I'll be here til March of next year.
(two voices side by side and intertwined
trapped between two eternities
one repeats the other
the other only sighs
now they only sigh)
Tell me a story
I'll be here til next week
Make it a good one
In case March doesn't come
I hope I see you when I'm wasted
I'll take the time to call your name
I hope we understand our differences
I hope we both still feel the same.
I'll be here til March of next year.
It's not so clear if we'll be here.
