You See

You can take a trip as far as you want

You can do what you want

You can listen to the same old sad songs, they won't work in a while

Passing phases of bittersweet remorse

You say we're friends, I know we're not

That's okay, there's sort-of a price-to-pay

The fourth word is never enough

Your own words mean more

I want to know what you want to say, not so pre-written that I can tell it's fake

I want to know what you really want to say, I want to live in it and understand every-way