As I walk down these halls
I think of all the missed calls
Wondering if I'll ever see you again
Thoughts running about my mind on end
Maybe it was the letter that never got sent
Or maybe the words I said that you would resent
What if the world was warning me
And showing me how to live
Yet what if they were just boring me
And I wanted to stop and start to give.
Maybe I wasn't home that day you came to visit me
Or maybe the one time I lost my phone you decided to call me
All those late night conversations that got deleted by dawn
Waiting for you by the bus stop, hoping you wouldn't already be gone
These halls are silent now
There's no one left to call
My thoughts are finally shutting down
Even though there's one more hall
