i moved back in with my parents.
what else could i do?
i had lost everything that i'd loved, except for you.
dinners were awkward
'cause nobody knew what to say to me.
well i would stay up after everyone had gone to bed
playing guitar and rereading the letters you sent.
waiting for you to call to make the long distance disappear.
i would hold on till dawn
waiting for the phone to ring, to ring, to ring.
i sat up waiting for you to call me up and say
that you and i would be okay,
that we would be okay.
but you never called and dawn did us part.
for better, for worse.
the sun burned this heart.
the light became dark
and i put on my coat and i went to work.