The Best Of Me

tell me what you thought about when you were gone and so alone the worst is over you can have the best of me we got older but we're still young we never grew out of this feeling that we wont give up here we lay again on two separate beds riding phone lines you hear a familiar voice and pictures drawn from memory we reflect on miscommunications and misunderstandings and missing each other too much to vow to let go turn our music down and we whisper