If I needed you so desperately come to me and talk to me. To take my heart and hand into your comfort zone. Where I'm not alone or lonely. Well would you take the time to be my friend.
Passing all the pictures on the wall. Counting all the stairs I know them all. Knowing there is nothing left to say. I take her by the hand and lead the way.
I started to write you a letter the other day. I didn't know exactly what I was going to say. And at the last minute I threw it away. 'Cause I didn't think you'd read it anyway.
Amy woulda died for me. She would've had my baby. If I needed a favor. It was yes, she never said maybe. . And all the time that we walked barefoot in the sand.