Oh how I wish we could converse in person
I'd tell you all the bad I've immersed myself into
And tell you how I wear nothing but black anymore
But to hear your laugh would be the best remedy for that
But you're up north and I'm a southern boy because I hate the snow
But I hate this heat more
So let me choose my side of the Mason-Dixon line and I swear
I'll disappear forever
Until you find me 10 years later on the internet
(You claim by accident)
We'll talk like friends even though were distant relatives
At best
Or at worst
Why am I Boston bound when I know its just a waste of time?
And why am I Boston bound when its clear you're just a rebound
And when I need to think of this as in the past tense
And have it make sense
I know I'll be sorry for this later
When I think about regrets
But I've still got my train ticket
And you've still got yours