I don't know where you've been
Not knowing your own name
I remember growing out
Instead of growing up
I'm afraid I'm close to all that's left
All that's left of...
I'm afraid I'm close to all that's left of us
Of us
I'm not afraid of change
But I would change the outcomes
Put your name on my hand
So you'll remember when I'm dead
I'll admit I'm still afraid of the dark sometimes
And I will admit that I miss you
I wish that you miss me too