Hello? How are you? It's so typical of me to talk about myself. I'm sorry. I hope that you're well. Did you ever make it out of that town where nothing ever happened?
And it's no secret that the both of us are running out of time.
Hello, it's me. I was wondering, if after all these years, you'd like to meet? To go over everything; they say time's supposed to heal you, but I haven't done much healing.
Hello? Can you hear me? I'm in California, dreaming about who we used to be, when we were younger and free. I've forgotten how it felt before the world fell at our feet.
There's such a difference between us, and a million miles.