You said, “Last game.” I said, “Sure.” Neither one of us believed it. Three years and change, your voice in my ears Still got jokes nobody else wants to hear We'd load up Counter-Strike, swear we'd play it right Then laugh at something stupid through another fight “Would you shut up? I can't hear where they are” You'd try to stay serious — never got far I don't remember scores, I remember that sound You trying not to laugh, then another round We'd close the game, keep the call alive Get a little closer on a private line You knew how to tease me, I'd do it right back Then one dumb comment and we'd both just crack One more round, then we call it a night You start laughing — there goes that idea I miss your laugh, I miss that side I need some room, but I won't lie Now I write a message, read it back twice Trying to find words that won't start a fight You say I don't get it, I know I've missed things I've had my own moments — I'm not innocent But an evening making music isn't me being cold I need something of my own I can still look forward to And I don't wanna say “I'm fine” to get us through Then sit there getting further away from you We talked about a home when the money came right Your stuff next to mine, no screen saying goodnight I wanted that, I wasn't just playing along Now I don't know — so I'm putting it in a song One more round, then we call it a night You start laughing — there goes that idea I miss your laugh, I miss that side I need some room, but I won't lie Maybe you'll hear this differently There's things you'd say that I left out I can only tell you where I am Still care about you. Still worn out. One more round, then we call it a night You start laughing — there goes that idea I miss your laugh, I miss that side I need some room, but I won't lie Yeah, I remember. Let this one play.
