something happens when you're thousands of miles from home
(why is france 33?)
and suddenly your doors are open
and you eat lunch under a canopy next to a building that's 500 years old
and all you can think about is
that last text
that last phone call
that last 7 in the morning conversation with someone 9 hours behind you
(why is america 001?)
and suddenly nothing makes sense
and you're crying
and he asks what's wrong
and she says she'd care more (if she wasn't sick)
i miss you
and you
and you