I want to write a song about everything A perfect summary of life itself 'Cause when the ending of a book is definitive I do know when to put it back on a shelf Have I written all these poems just for him Hoping they might help turn the page? Will all those melodies that I cannot yet sing Help me let go of my urge to explain? Yeah, he saved my birthday on his phone But when the day came, he wouldn't call My head came up with a phantom pain relationship That hurts even more than what I recall Got lost again on imaginary land Oh, isn't this just what I always did? Trying to write the end before it even exists Trying to fill the void with someone else's kiss I can't fill the void with someone else's kiss