Phone call away, four miles between us, I still miss your face and all the things you used to say. Still trapped inside, still nothing to write, going nowhere, losing my mind. Broken heart, and a bruised hand, I need to leave, I need to leave, I need to leave. I need to leave, get out of here. Phone call away, four miles between us, I still miss your face and all the things you used to say. Still trapped inside, still nothing to write, going nowhere, losing my mind.
