So Much For Nostalgia

Well these stories keep writing themselves
Pages and chapters of you and I
Things that I wish would've happened
And things that I wish you would say
Then you whispered to me said "I miss you"
As I silently passed in your words
These eight letters they keep me from growing
Out and away from you
But we still return to the seasons where
Corners and cracks of the street are still leading me home
This tongue just keeps tying its self
Unspoken words from the mouth of a bottle
Of things that i wish I could tell you
Of things that you can't understand
But we still return to the life where
These corners and cracks of the street are still leading me home
These corners and cracks of the street are still leading me home
I keep running back in your direction
To beaches and swings that we know
As empty as when we had left it
Still writing these letters to you
The truth behind stories,
Incredible glory of you and love
My mind is me and you
The life that it pictures of porches and splinters and summers
It's making me whole
Still I fly high and away from these things
Still I fly high and away from this dream