where are you tonight?
i'm writing this letter,
remembering every sky.
and this picture is a "shot to the heart"
of when i drove home and said i'd never forget you.
like the time when the clock read 11:11,
you said "make a wish,"
so i wished that we'd never go our separate ways,
or say a thousand bitter things,
but now i see that wishes are nothing.
and i hope that someday
this place can be everything you hoped it could be,
but the ocean's too cold,
and i can't take the sun.
yeah, it's just not the place for me - so give it up.
i remember spring
and how good it felt to be addicted to you.
every day and night, i swore that we could win this,
and the distance brought me closer to you.
we'd lay in wet grass as the night rolled by,
talking about all our friends as all of them were getting high.
sometimes i look up at the sky and think of you.
i wonder what you do, because i am without you.
i want it all.
i want to see those city lights.
i want to drive through this town with the windows down,
and my friends screaming,
"your face, your lips, your hands, your scent,
and every word you never meant
is everything that i have left."
is everything that i have:
your face, your lips, your hands, your scent,
and every word you never meant?
is everything that i have left tonight?
i'm gonna beat it tonight.
i'm sick of feeling sorry - sick of feeling sorry for myself.
(well, i know you said you'd always listen.
stop and see what you've been missing:
i gave everything i had, and now i have myself.)