Letra de Southern
Yesterday I wrote a letter, one I know I’ll never send.
About the last two years, rushing into these dead ends.

Walk around the same old squares and patterns all the time.
Keeps you in your whole new world and I’m in mine.

I never understood what you wanted me to say,
And we’re just spinning round in circles, going faster every day.

I try to leave it all behind, I took your picture off my wall.
(I’ve got stacks up on my shelf, piles on, collecting dust.)
I can’t help but I have to question where the hell did we wrong?
(Do you ever wonder what, what I’m doing with my time?)

I know you’re out there with all our old friends.
And I’ve missed the life we had but there will be no amends.
It’s time to move on, we’ll disagree to disagree.
And I’m sure I’ll see you again but I’m sure I don’t know when that will be.