You used to talk to me like
I was the only one around.
You used to lean on me like
the only other choice was falling down.
We never thought.
We used to know.
At least there's you,
and at least there's me.
Can we get this back?
Can we get this back
to how it used to be?
I used to reach for you when
I got lost along the way.
I used to listen.
You always had just the right thing to say.
I look around me,
and I want you to be there
'cause I miss the things
that we shared.
Look around you.