It's all in line To look just fine We'll be friends again another summertime When I think of you I think of then And it freaks me out It's been years Am I still the boy that loved you? Would you still be sick of hearing all the feelings stuck inside? All this time Are we close in ways no one will ever think to wonder? Are we sick from loving others? Can we still read each other's minds? Big or small? Is there even a scar? When so much has changed about who we are It's just invisible ink bleeding out the corner of my heart All this time Turn off the phone, I'm not at home The way you love me hurts too much Turn off the phone, I'm not at home The way you love me hurts too much The way I feel The way you make me feel won't come around again The way I feel The way you make me feel won't come around again Turn off the phone, I'm not at home The way you love me hurts too much Turn off the phone, I'm not at home The way you love me hurts too much The way I feel The way you make me feel won't come around again The way I feel The way you make me feel won't come around again