She called back and said, "I'm sorry, this distance thing is getting to me-
You're getting to me."
I didn't think.
You never thought.
I didn't think.
You never thought that things would get this far.
Stumbling out my back door, climbing the stairs to your apartment-
I hope like hell you're still awake.
Then reality halts my hope-
I dreamed the whole scenario and you're 2,000 miles away.
I called back and said, "I'm sorry-
This distance thing is getting to me, you're getting to me."
You flew out.
You had to leave.
I came home. I had to leave again.
Is this really getting easier?
Knocking on your front door.
The doorbell's been broken since September...irrelevant thoughts keep my mind going astray.
Then reality halts my hope.
I'm daydreaming in Florida.
You're asleep on your couch at home.
I hope like hell you mean it when you say that I'm worth the waits.
I hope like hell you mean it when you say that I'm worth the waits.
I hope like hell you mean it when you say that I'm worth the waits.
I hope like hell you mean it when you say that I'm worth the waits.
She called back and said, "I'm sorry, this distance thing is getting to me-
You're getting to me."
She called back and said, "I'm sorry, this distance thing is getting to me-
You're getting to me."
