Comb
The seasons
bring the change
Why won't you answer your telephone?
call me
back when you get this message
I'll be a hundred miles away
I can't say it was just the silence that got me
maybe it was just the lack of anything at all
letters come
from unfamiliar senders
You're right, It's been a while
since we last talked
since we last saw
the skin we're growing into
How does yours fit you?
Maybe you'll hear from me next year when I'm not such an asshole
and you can tell all your friends back home you were right
I'm such an asshole
Now it's already late December
and I'm still sitting here talking to myself
At least that means that I've got someone to assure me that I've been doing well
Call me whatever you want to
I already see my worst parts showing