On my third cup of coffee, it's already cold.

Forgot the first two sittin' next to my phone.

There's that hum again — the one I told you about —

TV talkin' to nobody, lights flicker out.

Dust on the shelves lookin' like ghosts,

Ain't said a word, but they know the most.

It's been a long day,

Or maybe the day's been me.

So long.

So long.

So long.

So long.

(Like goodbye means maybe tomorrow.)

So long.

So long.

So long.

So long.

There's a letter on my desk,

Folded up beneath a pile of checks.

Starts with "fuck you," ends with "I love you,"

Guess that's how the honest parts come through.

There's a list of things I never did—

Call my mom, fix the roof, forgive.

And I keep thinkin' I'll find the time...

Funny how time don't wait in line.

So many things I meant to say,

But tomorrow always stole today.

I told them "so long,"

And meant it like a prayer.

So long.

(Like I'll see you when I get there.)

So long.

So long.

So long.

So long.

Man, I wish we were kids again —

When the world didn't spin so damn fast.

When my back didn't hurt every time I laugh,

And my head didn't talk back.

I wish we were kids again,

When forever actually meant that.

Now the mirror's got questions,

And I'm scared to ask.