6 Quarters

Well, you know you’re all I have
I wrote you a song
But you’re not here to hear that
Separated, it gets hard
It gets lonely, it leaves scars
When you’re out of touch
You think too much
And I know, I know how hard it is
But it’s all that we have left
Cause every time I pass your street
I stop at all of the same places
I do the same things every time
Talk a lot, and I feel alright
But I’m not that sure of myself
But I’m not that sure of myself
Six quarters I spend every time
Windows down, always late at night
I sing along to songs I wish I wrote
But I’m a joke
I can’t help the way I feel sometimes
I can’t help but think I am always right
And if you could get in my head
Maybe you could see that
Every time I pass your street
I stop at all of the same places
I do the same things every time
Talk a lot, and I feel alright
But I’m not that sure of myself
But I’m not that sure of myself
The rain is coming down
But I don’t care
This night is such a mess
When I get lonely I can call you
To tell you you’re the best
Cause every time I pass your street
I stop at all of the same places