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