I'm replaying it now
Is that not really what we were talking about?
Just driving around
New England's all right, but the road kill is bumming me out
We talk once a year
We lived in the same house, but now we just live sorta near
Don't know how to start
I wrote you a letter last fall, but it's still in my car
Am I projecting this on all this emptiness?
Do you know?
Do you know?
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