In This Town, I Colour The Crayons

You've dialed me in,
Just to count me out.
I'm a phone call away.
But you still can't hear the sound

Of the silence that's here,
To set the mood,
And the mood just lingers
Like it awkwardly should.
But I'll do okay,
I'll do alright,
I'll do okay,
Just watch me define tonight.

Can we just cut the the cliche ending,
Where everything's fine and
Our hearts are still beating now?
Tell me fragments of our memories'
Stories that kept us busy when we,
When we were boring now.
We were just kids, this is it.
We were just kids this is it.