Walk through the field where you and I settled down.
When I went to talk, I noticed that you weren't around.
So I just say your name, and you wander off into another time and place.
Talk the same but still won't listen.
Silence makes me feel so small.
You don't know what you've been missing.
I wonder if we get it at all.
Run to the woods where we once built a tree house.
I didn't want but I had to push you out, and you just say my name.
I won't regret ever feeling so lame.
Why keep running away?
Everyone tries to compromise.
What does it take to realize?
Are we to blind to see the light?
Is it all up to me?
