I used to look at you like a fire place in the living room I was the tired face lying next to you How are you? Now I have different words when I talk to you And different faces to look at you Some are tidal waves, some are How are you? I miss you But I don't want to think about it at all I dont I don't want to think about it at all I don't I used to think of death as staying the same But I used to look at you without feeling this way Your mom's phone call felt like a get well card I think it's my fault I don't want to think about it at all I don't I don't want to think about it at all I don't