Wish We Talked Still

We're as boring as biblical stories
Cigarettes at eight in the morning
I know how you get when you haven't had one yet
I think I'll move to New Hampshire
'Cause I don't mind the weather
Be a guest, but have a bed to rest

Anna in Arizona
Joshua in Santa Barbara
See Gabriel, you know I miss him like hell
But I haven't seen Michael in a while
Oh, I miss those southern smiles
Wish we talked still