Once again I hold the telephone
And hear the sound of the dial tone
It scares me too much to even dial
I hang up again with a wistful smile
I lay back in my bed as I think
What was it that I would’ve said?
Was it to ask you how you’ve been doing?
Or to let you know I’m not yet dead?

I could use just one phone call
To say a great many things
To say it hasn’t been that long since I cried
Or how many memories the summer brings
Like when you came to Warped Tour
Though I left you and it was hot
Or remember that unfinished house?
Man, we thought the cops had us caught

Or when Texas took you away
And that week I felt so alone
I remember talking to you on the phone
And just wanting you to be home
Or just laying in your bed
Listening as the storms raged on
Sometimes I stayed awake all night
I held onto you way past dawn

Those times we spent were so perfect
And now you’re like a perfect stranger
Like you’re not the person I walked with
In the middle of the night all the way to Grainger
Now as I stare at my phone
Working up the courage to give you a call
I think about all that I’ve missed
And I go crazy because I miss it all