It makes me scared to leave you.
More than being alone– the thought of you, all that’s left
or just left behind.
My own devices,
they’re just thoughts to betray.
Still I move at the slightest notion
you can save me, and save memories for a later day.
Let’s start living.
Call me from out of the blue,
I’m waiting by the phone.
Doesn’t mean I’m alone,
Chasing yesterday and what left of you.