Start off slow, pick it up
On my way, wish me luck
Fingertips, one last touch
Keep me in your lasting thoughts

I wish you were here but the phone will do
Until tomorrow comes, your voice comes through
It's 2am and way too soon to try and say goodbye to you

Half awake but half asleep
In my head your voice so sweet
As darkness fills my entire room
My mind is filled with thoughts of you

I'm gonna miss all the things that we always did
All the things you always said
But now I'm parting ways even though I wan't to stay

Start off slow, pick it up
On my way wish me luck