Those Kept Close

The stories I've heard And those kept close Like your preferred verse I find no fault but the answer blurred And I know it's been hard Words crossed Gently scarred And oh I'll see you soon If just for a minute I'll pick up the phone And oh I'll be with you soon I promise to come home And I'll get better at saying I love ya (Oh I'll be with you soon, I promise to come home, And I'll get better, At saying I love you) Tripped out by the chord Nothing too absurd Played this game before It's never been adored And this is what I fear And hardly bizarre It's becoming clear It's becoming clear So much time to think of the end I miss the times we'd like to pretend And oh I'll see you soon If just for a minute I'll pick up the phone And oh I'll be with you soon I promise to come home And I'll get better at saying I love ya Oh I'll be with you soon I promise to come home And I'll get better At saying I love you