The line is getting blurry

between what you want and what is right

ghosts of the good times that you had

keep you awake in the dead of night

You can't regret that endless summer

when your facade was so carefree

But if you took the time, I know

you'd be able to look right through me

I can't resist the longing

it'll tear me apart until you're home

When I can't come to your rescue

and you can't come to the phone

And only so many days will pass

before these memories fade away

Theres only so many words

before you run out of things to say