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