I can't fix all the problemsI can't see
It's such a mystery I guess I'm not as perfect as you thought
And promise me that when I'm next to you
Those telephonic words were nothing more than our lack of presence
Because I know when roads are blocking us we forget how to feel


Map out the problems
And tell me where I should have gone
I'm sorry
That our arms can't stretch over states


So what's the point of asking "do you care?"
Because all I can hear
are my apologies
So wrap up your irrationality
And spoil someone else


Map out the problems
And tell me where I should have gone
I'm sorry
That our arms can't stretch over states


I'll only ask you once (x4)


Map out the problems
And tell me where I should have gone
I'm sorry
That our arms can't stretch over states


Honestly I'm sorry I always called at the wrong times.







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