I haven't been but I know that you're there.
Because we talked everyday now the lines are all dead.
Writing letters upon letters that I never will send.
Because the words that I'm feeling are still stuck in my head.
Now I'm calling in the morning; I'm inebriated
You text 'It's fine, oh it's fine.'
Fuck, you'll never be mine.
But you don't give a damn
Because you're two thousand miles away.
And you don't give a damn
Because I'm two thousand miles away.
And I'll never know your mothers name
or what your father has to say.
No Communication for a couple of months,
one hundred days 'till I see you
Just one hundred days till I see you.
Another hundred days.
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