Crosstown Classic

It’s been a long time since you’ve called, and I’m sure you don’t mind
But I can’t help but wonder how you’ve been doing on the other side of this
city that we used to call home
I’m sharing my apartment with this girl we used to know back in high school
She reminds me of you in so many ways but somehow not enough
So where did every year go between you and me?
Every time I try to speak your name I choke on the pieces of my broken head and
my broken heart
With your hands uptied, and your arms spread wide you’ve got your own cross to
bear
And everything that you are seems designed to tear apart every memory I have
with you