I'm replaying it now
Is that not really what we were talking about?
Just driving around
New England's all right but the road kill is bumming me out
[Verse 2]
We talk once a year
We lived in the same house but now we just live sorta near
I don't know how to start
I wrote you a letter last fall but it's still in my car
[Chorus]
Am I projecting this?
On all this emptiness?
Do you know?
Do you know?