Young, Loud, And Scotty

But of course I'll call you tonight
Did you know you missed my birthday?
The loneliest it gets is when the wind begins to chill
And when I stand at the top of your old street
The church top brings a stillness to me
And I can't think of anything I'd rather do
Than have my heart broken by you
Could we be saved by inventions and hopes?
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Cause I'm not alright, yeah
The night seems to swallow me whole
And spits out second guessing
And I remember ever since that first day
I saw you on the street
I've always wanted you in the worst way
But now I can't compete
And I'm so, and you're so, we're both so
We're all fucked up
I don't know just what to do
It just makes me wanna scream
Isn't it 'bout time that we try and get it right?
No, I can't sleep on no more floors
No, I can't stay up no more nights
I'd like to know what's going on
Could you please pick up the phone?
I started a million letters to you
But I couldn't finish any of them
Dave's alright
He's doing fine