Staring out the window
Looking for you
You have what I don't
You're stuck in your room
I'm bored to death
While you don't think of me
You have what I don't
It's cellular reception
We lost our connection
It's cellular reception
We lost our connection
This should be simple
Being this distant
My words were fickle
I'm overthinking
About why I was hidden
Cause I don't
Have what you want
It's cellular reception
We lost our connection
It's cellular reception
We lost our connection
It's cellular reception
Different directions
Lost your perspective
Wish we could've kept it