as i hung up the phone there was silence no reason to go home 1100 days have come and gone away it s over that introduction designed a map for the coming years that tapped connection took a hold and would not let go murder in my heart strings fighting for the bounty reaping what i sow keeping me infatuated there s something about the way you stare back keeping me infatuated your color was always green i felt us slipping faster by the distance we started shifting separate existence regret the right decision the splitting of an atom i hope it s not forgotten again again again the story goes reaping what i sow keeping me infatuated there s something about the way you stare back keeping me infatuated your color was always green i felt us slipping faster by the distance we started shifting separate existence regret the right decision the splitting of an atom i hope it s not forgotten again again again the story goes but we both get along we both get along evident that we ll never hold ourselves this long evident that our memories always carry on1