miscommunication (acoustic)

Have you ever thought of me The way I think of you? Have you ever looked at me The way that I see you? Oh all things I'd die to know Wish I didn't have to bear my soul Like a letter buried in the dirt For a long lost lover Like a dropped telephone call Where one can't reach the other Stand outside of a locked door And slip the note right under And wait for the return Ahat I'll never earn All the texts I've never sent The things I'll never say Screaming thoughts inside my head Stick to the side of my brain Like a letter buried in the dirt For a long lost lover Like a dropped telephone call Where one can't reach the other Stand outside of a locked door And slip the note right under And wait for the return That I'll never earn Oh rip the diary page right out, why don't you? Put it in your pocket for safe keeping Run it through the wash I don't care Just as long as the pieces stay there Like a letter buried in the dirt For a long lost lover Like a dropped telephone call Where one can't reach the other Stand outside of a locked door And slip the note right under And wait for the return That I'll never earn