Those Kept Close

The stories I’ve heard
And those kept close
Like your preferred verse
I find no fault but the answer blurred

And I know it's been hard
Words crossed
Gently scarred

And oh I’ll see you soon
If just for a minute
I’ll pick up the phone
And oh I’ll be with you soon
I promise to come home
And I’ll get better at saying I love ya
(Oh I’ll be with you soon, I promise to come home, And I’ll get better, At saying I love you)

Tripped out by the chord
Nothing too absurd
Played this game before
It's never been adored
And this is what I fear
And hardly bizarre
It's becoming clear
It's becoming clear

So much time to think of the end
I miss the times we’d like to pretend

And oh I’ll see you soon
If just for a minute
I’ll pick up the phone
And oh I’ll be with you soon
I promise to come home
And I’ll get better at saying I love ya

Oh I’ll be with you soon
I promise to come home
And I’ll get better
At saying I love you