Texty: Every You. A Change Of Scene. Piece Of My Mind.

And here's to the boys: to everyone that you meet. You tell them they're all just as sweet, just not as much as me. And here's to the voice that has never left my ear. Sometimes, I stop and I swear that it's still as clear as the day that I...I left you tangled up in red with your thoughts wrapped inside your head. I stopped your voice. I gave you a piece of my mind. We tried to find all the reasons that we left. No one ever could have guessed you were the one to leave your heart. And I guess that's where we fell out of control. I left you hanging by a thread. Our mess laid out across your bed. I stopped your breath and you screamed right through your throat. With all those words you left unsaid, you kept me reaching for the stars. I saw your scars and I had to let you know that I hope to God you find out where you are. 'Cause I just want to be just where you are. You know that I'll be here still waiting for your call. And if you kept your eyes closed tightly, then I promise you would find me racing through your veins to find a way back to the place where we kept all of our secrets (and I hope that you can hear this). Wherever you may be, I fucking hope you're listening (late night phone call)