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Lyrics:
Pick up the phone, it’s not you
Look in the mirror see something blue
So many things i’d change
But what kind of world would that make?
Colors i can't see without you
Nobody to look up to
Empty house an empty home
What's the point if i'm alone?
Take me back to
Every night when you would tell me
That the monsters were gone
Every moment, every waking summer gone
You were honest, taught me everything i know
Like riding a bike, being polite, now you fade to blue
Like facing your fears, counting the years
Now i have to
Now i have to
Cardboard castles, turned to boxes in your room
And all these chances, that were given to you
I told you im sorry, for when you stubbed your toe
Or when we went bowling, you wanted to strike out a whole row
Take me back to
Every night when you would tell me
That the monsters were gone
Every moment, every waking summer gone
You were honest, taught me everything i know
Like riding a bike, being polite, now you fade to blue
Like facing your fears, counting the years
Now i have to
Now i have to