Phone Calls Home

Let me in, let me go
I think I've finally lost control
Like the time I drove your call into a wall
Give it up, give it back
I'm on the verge of another panic attack
And none of my friends ever answer when I call

And I can't see straight
But that's everything we are
The signs were written in big block letters
But they still just seem so far
And we spent all our weekends
In that parking lot back home
You couldn't stand me
And I can't stand to be alone
Oh, no

Take me back, take my hand
I need a way to understand
The meaning behind every single word you said
Learn to love, learn to die
I'd really like to see you try
To make sense of all the thoughts that fly through my head

And I can't believe it
But I've fallen out of faith
You never liked my band
It always kept me in my place
And we spent all our weeknights
In that coffee shop down the street
I never made you proud
But you were still so proud of me
Or so I think

And in that parking lot, my dad taught me to drive
But in the streets, we'd kill to feel alive
And through my father's love, I learned to build a home
I never would have made it on my own
On my own

And I can't see straight
But that's everything we are
The signs were written in big block letters
But they still just seem so far
And we spent all our weekends
In that parking lot back home
You couldn't stand me
And I can't stand to be alone
So let me go
Let me go