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I've got my blindspots, I'll admit it
It's easier missin' you that way
I was the rookie, you're the pro
You showed me the ropes till they freyed

Now I'm a quarter way through
Typing your name, the first one I think of
To call when good news hits my phone
I know you don't go back, back to the days
But I'm on the brink of living our dreams out alone

We said ten, twenty, thirty years down
We'd be drinking champagne in a really big house
We'd have it all figured out, but now
I'm on the stage we used to talk about
And I look to my left, and I look to my right
The top of the hill doesn't feel very nice
Will I still be trying to make you proud
Ten, twenty, thirty years down?

I'm at a party filled with strangers
That you'd love, but you'll never meet
One cracks a joke and I look for the moment
Where you would be laughing with me

Now I'm a quarter way through
Typing your name, the first one I think of
To call when I wanna go home
I know you don't go back, back to the days
But I'm on the brink of living our dreams out alone

We said ten, twenty, thirty years down
We'd be drinking champagne in a really big house
We'd have it all figured out, but now
I'm on the stage we used to talk about
And I look to my left, and I look to my right
The top of the hill doesn't feel very nice
Will I still be trying to make you proud?

In my lowest of lows, I wake up from a dream
Where you're clicking through channels, catch me on the screen
You pause for a moment, with tears in your eyes
I wake up to a future without you and I

We said ten, twenty, thirty years down
We'd be drinking champagne in a really big house
We'd have it all figured out, but now
I'm on the stage we used to talk about
And I look to my left, and I look to my right
The top of the hill doesn't feel very nice
Will I still be trying to make you proud
Ten, twenty, thirty years down?