"So Much For Nostalgia" by A Day At The Fair

This stoy keeps writing itself, pages and chapters of you
and I, of things that I wish would have happened, of things
that I wish you would say, then you whispered to me said I
missed you, as I silently basked in your words, these eight
letters that keep me from growing, out and away from you

we still return to the seasons where these corners and
cracks of this street are still leading me home

this tongue just keeps tying itself, unspoken words from the
mouth of a bottle of things that I wish I could tell you, of
things that you can't understand, and we still return to the
life where these...

I keep running back in your direction, to these beaches and
swings that we know, it's as empty as when we had left it,
still writing these letters to you

the truth behing story incredible glories of you and what my
mind has made you, the life bearing pictures these porches
these splinters and summers that are making me whole

still I fly high and away from these dreams
still I fly high and away from these things