A Rock and 600 Miles

I tend to sit things down unfinished But you could spit out a song in ten minutes. Your feelings hit paper, tear stained and tattered, After the promise of forever was shattered. I assure you, it's not you, it's me; I keep myself from being happy. I grew up too fast, so you didn't have to. Now I've got a rock and 600 miles to the next hard place. I can't see you, so I'm singing what I'd say: I wish that I could find a way To hear the song you wrote about me; Told me you ripped it up and forgot it But you know every verse and the chorus, too, 'Cause I remember every line I ever wrote about you. Don't ever change; I did it for you. Now I've got a habit to break: I still adore you. I guess the thing about 'more than friends' Is the lines blur when perfection ends.