Thinking to himself, there sits a mannStubborn although he seems,nhe tries to understand,n“Are we all faces on our phones?nOr are we just getting closer?”nThis girl is such a distractionnnHope you catch on to the words that I’m writing down:n“I can’t let go,nI’ve tried so hard to make things seem less impossiblenso this is my last goodbye”nnWell they say he’s not a prophet,n“Don’t you listen to them son”nJust keep every single thing withinnYour silver moon breathes hollow tunesnHe’s out of turn too soonn“Are we all faces on our phones?nOr are we just getting closer?”nThis girl is just a distractionnnDo you love me like you say you do?nDo you love me?nWill you love me when you say, “I do”?