Did you think I wouldn?t come?
That I?d leave you here to site without me?
I was glad to hear your voice. 
It?s nice to see you.

I know I haven?t called for ages.
And yes, I do still have a phone.
It?s just the thing that?s hard to gauge 
is what calling means since we?ve been on our own.

Did you think I wouldn?t stay?
I would always be here if you asked me.
But the question is, how long do we keep asking?
These past few months have been confusing.
Sometimes like nothing bad?s occurred.

And all the while I keep refusing 
to notice how the lines get blurred.
It?s not our fault the lines get blurred.
There?s so much love that we shared between us.

It?s all over now, I know. 
But all that love that we shared between us,
where, where does it go?
Do you think it fades away?
That it simply disappears forever?

Or that part of it is here, 
always here but always changing.
?Cause it feels nice to hold your hand now.
We?re both so used to it, I guess.

It took a while to understand how
this could mean more and also mean less.
I was glad to hear your voice.
It?s nice to see you.