You're Sick -

Made a promise to the voices

It’d all be good in time

Would you believe I lost myself the day that I made you mine?

If you never picked me up

You would have never let me down

Oh god, tell me how this makes sense now

You say this place makes you sick

And that you’re over it

There’s a heaven in this hell, I swear

You’re sick of hearing it

My eyes are low from these long drives home

You missed my calls, doubt you’re in bed alone

But my radio knows the songs you don’t

That get inside my head and say pickup the phone

But so what?

We were kids

And we did what we did

We’ve made it this far, hope there’s nothing that we missed