I heard about your girlfriend now
Who’s a boarding school dropout
And doesn’t know how
To say goodbye when you walk away
So I’ll call you up Sunday morning
And I’ll tell you I’m okay…

Thinking back on it now I’m surprised I found this concept so counterintuitive. When my producer Steve first mentioned what we’ve now come to call The Process, I remember being supremely confused…

They said, “You better prepare to have your heart broken in a million times.”
They said…but it didn’t prepare me
But that doesn’t scare me…

This war that you think that you won
Because you won’t let it go
The same broken battle that your
Father fought for…

I don’t know nothing
About space
But if you gave me the moon
I would stay…

You say I never call you anyway
But how can you be sure of anything?
Coz you could never hear me when I needed
Needed you…

Shouldn’t rush
Night’s already too young
And up above
You can hear what goes on
When I’m alone…

Feels like a thousand years I been waiting
Couldn’t find these tears oh, when I need ‘em yeah
Showing up like it don’t mean nothing
Don’t wanna know when it might mean something…

There’s something about
Driving around
Without you
Thinking about
All of the times we thought about it…

Tell me
What you wanna hear
Coz honestly I wasn’t listening
I’m sorry, dear…