Me Without You

Stem cells to the sea in our old letters
Ripping off those Day-Glo conversations
We once had and we once screamed
We once had and we once screamed
Don't you think it should've ended better?

Couldn't read the postmark on your phone call
(Postmark on your phone call)
Are you somewhere in the South Pacific?
(In the South Pacific)
Namer of a thousand names
You're the one who tastes like famе
I don't think I'll make it through this summer

Without you, you, you, you
You, you, you, you
Without me
You, you, you
You, you, you, you
Without mе

Without me
Without me

So few people ever feel a feeling
(Ever feel a feeling)
Buried in the undercurrent weather
(Undercurrent weather)
Move screen anemone
Turbulent and breaking me
Knew we'd never make it under cover

Without you, you, you, you
You, you, you, you
Without me
You, you, you
You, you, you, you
Without me

Without me
Without me