Well I've noticed
That it's been a while since we last spoke
And I'm wondering
If you often feel that same lump in your throat

The one that keeps me from asking how
How you are and what you're doing now

And I think about
This a lot more than you think that I would
And I'm staring
At our messages longer than I should

It's easier to pull at the strings
Than just to sit quiet and believe
That I've done nothing like it seems
This is all too much for me
This is all too much for me
But in the morning I'll try again

The one that keeps me from asking how
How you are and what you're doing now
It's easier to pull at the strings
Than just to sit quiet and believe
That I've done nothing like it seems

This is all too much for me
This is all too much for me
But in the morning I'll try