Awkward pause,
Hold my breath and wait,
Wait for this to pass.
Hold your hand,
Touch your face and feel,
Feel I’m holding back.

It’s in your head.
It’s in your head.

The last time I wrote you,
You said it was past due.
So I'll send this last letter,
Eight minutes later you’ll feel fine.

In your room,
When you kissed my neck,
I felt you closer then.
But when we talk,
It feels like freshman year,
Like grabbing at loose ends.

We're holding on to nothing.


Lyrics submitted by sockmonkee

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