Walking through New Haven, Meeting the life I'd have a chance at If I half paid attention, if I didn't sleep. You stop down the sidewalk, Picking up calls and disconnections. You're listening but you don't talk, you look at me. And you just can't speak. I guess that I'm feeling selfish. I know that it's gone, but I'm not there. Sometimes I don't wanna care. It's just a place I used to sleep, Let it burn without me. Between the silence on the ride down We'll try to laugh about our lives now. All I can do is try to forget this.