Been hearing about you
All about your disapproval
Still I remember the way I used to move you
I wrote you a letter
I heard it just upset you
Why don't you tell me?
How can I do this better?
Are you out there?
Do you hear me?
Can I call you?
Do you still hate me?
Are we talking?
Are we fighting?
Is it over?
Are we writing?
We're getting older
But we're acting younger
We should be smarter
It seems we're getting dumber
I have a picture
of you and me in Brooklyn
On a porch, it was raining
Hey, I remember that day
And I miss you