I'm a restless never-ending sense of urgency consistently trying to leave you breathless And it's obstructed by the distance in this relationship. It's 12: 00 and I find your name on my contact list, I'm dialing. How was your day? Are we the same? I've got plenty of time to understand you and see what makes you tick and why it's making me sick to the point of losing myself. I think I'm past that point Hanging out on a friend's porch, it's a Wednesday night Slowly losing grip but rapidly losing sight Of everything that was in front of me, of everything I once believed in. Well I'm in your town with my windows down and what they're saying is true: it's just streetlights and stop signs without you.