I miss you,
but I don’t have the time
where I could make it right.

I float on through.
See, you’re on solid ground,
and I act like you’re ghosting me.

An older brother to you,
an older brother to me,
that’s what it seemed like since, like, always.
Now, you’re a father for three,
feels like you’re fathering me
in a weird weird weird weird way,

but I like it, and I might just stay,
‘cause I miss these days.
Your daughter, your neighbors,
I wish they knew my name.

Show me your garage,
and tour me through the yard.
There’s dirt on your guitar.
You drop me at the bus stop
and send me along.

The way you build me up makes me feel so small.
Would you rake a pile of leaves
so the both of us could break our falls?

And most of the time,
it’s like we slide right by each other.
The solder splits, yeah I move too quick.
Oh, you mail me a family picture,
but I can’t get the nerve to call.

What I’m trying to say,
I swear it happens every day,
I start writing to you,
but I can’t get out of my own way.
Does it matter to you?
Is there something that I can do?
It’s all piled up on your plate.
Man, your garden’s looking great.

And I like it, so I might just stay,
‘cause i miss these days.
Your daughter, your neighbors,
I wish they knew my name.

Yeah I like it, and I might just stay,
‘cause I miss these days.
Your daughter, your neighbors,
I wish they knew my name.