Caught myself spiraling in a crowded room last night Wishing you’d be there too All of the stories that I dare to grace your mind with I know you outgrew Never did you ever try to care about them It’s true I always kind of knew I’d want to talk about this With you Stuck in the middle of a desolate place with you 'Cause we got, nothing better to do I know how hard it is to feel Like there’s something out there waiting to bloom I know you’ll think about it The more it makes sense I know you’ll talk about it Picking up the pieces of a shattered time we spent When we disagreed Wonder if this moment is the way that I had felt When I was 23 And I wonder if I ever did think about it Never until now had I wanted to think about it Stuck in the middle of a desolate place with you 'Cause we got, nothing better to do I know how hard it is to feel Like there’s something out there waiting to bloom I know you’ll think about it The more it makes sense I know you’ll talk about it, oh I know you’ll think about it The more it makes sense I know you’ll think about it I know you’ll think about it I know you’ll think about it I know you’ll think about it