I saved your letters to reread when life gets adventurous
And wrote you this song for later on if you remember it.
I know things are tough right now; they are for me too.

But I don't think that's any reason that I shouldn't speak to you
Or vice versa. Look, I write it how it fits me most.
I've always been a dreamer for the misty coast

But I think our suburban memories could make the city choke
In the summer we would only hear crickets like %#@!ty jokes.
Now self-pity's got me by the throat, a cold stand

On old metal bleachers where we used to hold hands
In the stands of the homecoming sports games. I wish I could
Buy back the time that we've lost but I'm short on change.

And I sulk and I stare at the clock no matter how long the day is.
I can't believe you're different, or how much you've changed.
Let's put it this way: relationships are complicated

If you've gotta light a match to spark some conversation.
Guess I've always wanted what I couldn't have.
I grab the strands of my noose.

Losing sense in these sandlot blues.
I say moving on's worse than being stuck in the same sad shoes,
But I hang my head and pay my dues.

And I pray that the dudes that you kiss now are proud
Cause we speak in tongue twisters, tornadoes in our mouths,
Listen, I can't get through to you, you've filtered me out.

I flipped my life upside down, the ceiling is the ground.

And it seems like these days you forget that I know ya

Or that we made love on my bed below a Bob Dylan poster
Or wore crowns on our heads because we won each other's heaven
Arm in arm walking down a now empty 207.

I might miss you forever and regret my decision
But at least I won't forget you; memories will still exist
And in them I can find myself again, a silent solace self-within.

Maybe one day you'll call me and I'll tell you then:
I've always wanted what I couldn't have.
I grab the strands of my noose.

Losing sense in these sandlot blues.
I say moving on's worse than being stuck in the same sad shoes,
But I hang my head and pay my dues.

I've always wanted what I couldn't have.
I grab the strands of my noose.
Losing sense in these sandlot blues.

I say moving on's worse than being stuck in the same sad shoes,
But I hang my head and I pay my dues.