I used to know you like the back of my hand   But that got lost while I was waving goodbye   It seems that we've lost so much   Eight years of my life lost like a single grain of sand   Swept up by the wind      The phone never rings   It’s just silent and stings   Like salt in a metaphorical wound      Do you remember that starless night some September?   We sat out on my back porch with all our Pokemon cards   Back before we knew of life and the things that it could do   You told me then that we would always be best friends   We would always be best friends   We would always be      I have all these memories but I know they could mean something more to me   Than just a silent movie stuck on repeat   Where has all our time gone?   It seems like yesterday when we were living the jokes we would laugh at today   But we’re not laughing today   At least not together   I thought best friends meant forever   I thought best friends meant forever      The phone never rings   It’s just silent and stings   Like salt in a metaphorical wound      Are you making a point to avoid everyone you left behind?      I used to think it was hard when you moved more than a street away   But now it’s harder today   Than it ever was before   You’re just a face in a photograph that hasn’t begun to fade   And I don’t think it ever will      Do you remember those summers we spent at the New Jersey shore?   When we were younger we used to jump through the waves   And make those jellyfish graves, the ‘gulls used to love that   When we started to notice the girls lying in their suits   We knew we had finally grown up   But so had they   So had they   Maybe we just grew up too fast      The phone never rings   It’s just silent and stings   Like salt in a metaphorical wound      So, how do you like Minnesota?   If it’s too cold you can always come back home   But if Minneapolis is perfect then I’ll be happy for your life   I just have to ask      Are you making a point to avoid everyone you left behind?   Most importantly me…      The phone never rings    It’s just silent and stings   Like salt in a metaphorical wound