the mixed tape

This is morning
That's when I
spend the most time Thinking 'bout what I've given up
This is a warning
When you start the day just to close the curtains
You're thinking 'bout
what I've given up
Where are you now?
As I'm swimming through the stereo
I'm writing you a symphony of sound
Where are you now?
As I rearrange the songs again
This mix could
burn a hole in anyone
But it was you I was thinking of
I read your letter
The one you left when you broke into my house
Retracing ever step you made
And you said you meant it
And there's a piece of me in every single Second of every single day
But if it's true then tell me how it
got this way
Where are you now?
As I'm swimming through the stereo
I'm writing you a symphony of sound
Where are you now?
As I rearrange the songs again
This mix could burn a hole in anyone
But it was you
I was thinking of
And I can't get to you I can't get to you I can't get to you
Where are you now?
As I'm swimming through the stereo
I'm writing you a symphony of sound
Where are you now?
As I rearrange the songs again
I swear to God this mix could sink the sun
But it was you I was thinking of
And this is my mixed tape for her
It's like I wrote every note With my own fingers