it's really with me now 'til i move overseas
and chase the memory of home away in the sea breeze
somewhere deep inside, an old friends wants to speak
i listen 'cause i have no other company to keep

but we gently slurred and spoke of something more
than a heart blackened by the world we never saw
and days when i walk alone, i wonder where you are
i never seem to know

i imagine that you're back in our hometown, or in europe somewhere
reading 'til you fall asleep
it won't be me that's in your dreams and i'm okay with that
because i am on every page you read
and i know you think i'm still a nervous wreck, it was just a bad year
and it won't be long until
we're hanging like old times, we'll sit on my porch while we deem everything to be so different now

a cold suburban road gets lonelier you know
when you let the radio decide where you're gonna' go
and next year when i'm gone, i'll try to find some time to appreciate myself and focus on the good in life

i imagine that you're back in our hometown, or in europe somewhere
reading 'til you fall asleep
maybe london, maybe france, i don't know who to ask
or what to do with all the plans i had for us
and i know you think i'm still a nervous wreck, it was just a bad year
and it won't be long until
a certain someone shakes a certain self-defeating place of solitude they've somehow found themselves in

don't lie to me and say you won't allow yourself to feel those honest feelings now