Consider this a letter that I never sent,    However inconsiderate it seems.    Do you still consider me,    Consider me the boy you laughed with,    Or you learned to live without?... I suck,    I know I'm late,    I know you waited.       You wouldn't get me on the phone.    And you couldn't make me not alone.       My phone bills stacked up by my bedside,    With your picture, you're looking surprised.    You're what makes New England so great.    My island nights are all spent dying.    Wait for summer to become wrought with lips;    My wishful thinking.       You couldn't get me on the phone.    And you couldn't make me not alone.    (Yeah we can be.)    Yeah you're a blue eyed lightning bolt.    (Yeah we can be.)    I'm a national phenomenon.    (You wouldn't get me on the phone.)    Nothing's absolutely definate til it's absolutely, definately gone.   (Definately gone.)       I never thought this day would end. (Never thought this day would end.)    I never thought tonight could ever be this close to me. (Close to me.)    So let my hands stray past that boundaries of your back,    To get you breathing, (Get you breathing.)    And get this started. (Get this started).       Yeah we can be, yeah we can be.    You wouldn't get me on the phone.    (Yeah we can be.)    Yeah you're a blue eyed lightning bolt.    (Yeah we can be.)    I'm a national phenomenon.    (You couldn't make me not alone.)    Nothing's absolutely definate til it's gone.