Composer : Stephen Wrabel/Jesse Thomas/Alexander Joseph Delicata

Hey, I'm here

I'm staying at a hotel out in Bushwick

I know you haven't seen me in a minute

I'm here alone

I don't know how you are or what you're doing

Or if you'd wanna see me going through it

'Cause I am

I know this isn't fair or right

But I'd regret it 'til I die

If I didn't say what's on my mind

Is there a world where I don't have to miss your love

And you're not out there trying to meet someone

'Cause I told you to do that

And it's something I can't take back

Is there a world where I didn't leave that night

Let the credits roll over you and I

I've been thinking 'bout it lately

And it's driving me crazy

Is there a world

And how do I get there

Say something

You know that my mind can't take the silence

I wanna leave space for you, I'm trying

Tell me that you understand

Or tell me that you hate my guts

I can stomach either one

But I still see a world for us

I know this isn't fair or right

But I'd regret it 'til I die

Well I figured maybe I should try

Is there a world where I don't have to miss your love

And you're not out there trying to meet someone

'Cause I told you to do that

And it's something I can't take back

Is there a world where I didn't leave that night

Let the credits roll over you and I

I've been thinking 'bout it lately

And it's driving me crazy

Is there a world

And how do I get there

Tell me how

How do I get there

Is there a world where I don't have to miss your love

And you're not out there trying to find someone

'Cause I told you to do that

Is that something I can take back

Is there a world where I didn't leave that night

Let the credits roll over you and I

I've been thinking 'bout it lately

And it's driving me crazy

Is there a world

And how do I get there