The Mixed Tape

This is morning

That's when I spend the most time

Thinking 'bout what I've given up

This is a warning

When you start the day just to close the curtains

You're thinking 'bout what I've given up



Where are you now?

As I'm swimming through the stereo

I'm writing you a symphony of sound

Where are you now?

As I rearrange the songs again

This mix could burn a hole in anyone

But it was you I was thinking of



I read your letter

The one you left when you broke into my house

Retracing every step you made

And you said you meant it

And there's a piece of me in every single

Second of every single day

But if it's true then tell me how it got this way



Where are you now?

As I'm swimming through the stereo

I'm writing you a symphony of sound

Where are you now?

As I rearrange the songs again

This mix could burn a hole in anyone

But it was you I was thinking of



And I can't get to you

I can't get to you

I can't get to you (you, you)



Where are you now?

As I'm swimming through the stereo

I conduct a symphony of sound

Where are you now?

As I'm cutting through you track by track

I swear to God this mix could sink the sun

But it was you I was thinking of



And where are you now?

And where are you now?



And this is my mixed tape for her

It's like I wrote every note

With my own fingers