Credits

My phone was off, I was in a movie when you called.
The credits rolled, I'm watching my inbox overflow.

There you go again, trying to rewrite the ending
So it looks like the beginning.

As I walked back I thought of all the questions I won't ask,
Like "Where'd you go?". If you don't want me to miss you then I won't.

There you go again, trying to rewrite the ending
So it looks like the beginning.
There you go again, trying to get back in my head,
But no, you don't belong.

No one ever notices those little subtle references.
So I wrote down a reply detached enough.

It said
"I love you too. I understand. I'm sorry this is happening."

There you go again, trying to rewrite the ending
So it looks like the beginning.
There you go again, trying to get back in my head,
You know you don't belong.

There you go.