I wonder who answers at your old number.
Some nights it’s the only one my fingers still remember.
I’ve been running from the shadow you’ve made a home in.
I got everything I ever wanted,
and you never did.
I still miss when Paris and London were just down the road.
You settled down,
and I never did.
Whenever the lake-effect bites, I wonder who regrets death more.
Some years this is the only place reality hasn’t touched.
Distance is so hard to measure.
Muscle memory just rings, and rings…