i hated voice messages but your silence was a knife you used to answer. Then you stopped. that cut me twice in one life now I'm sitting with the paper and your voice is everywhere everywhere... no return address on the letter now it's my turn to wait you wrote: "I know you called but I won't come back to that" i won't come back to that i won't come back to that paper books. You loved the smell. i gave you a screen instead. you never once complained to me. but you noticed. And you wrote. now I'm sitting with the paper and your voice is everywhere everywhere... no return address on the letter now it's my turn to wait you wrote: "I know you called but I won't come back to that" i won't come back to that i won't come back to that i can't write back. No address. even if I had the words. you're not waiting for my answer. you're not waiting for me. That's the hard part. so this is how it feels to sit with what I broke no return address on the letter now it's my turn to wait you wrote: "I know you called but I won't come back to that" i won't come back to that i won't come back to that i kept the envelope. i still hope. lyrics by @rrave
