Lyrics No Thanks - Worriers

No Thanks

There’s a place I think of often, when we’re still twenty-three in Boston…
you’re still here
My heart was soaring and awkward, too distant or too forward
In constant soft focus, and I’m a little bit jealous
Now there’s an awful club.
A fear of phone calls I know you knew well
Eight years between you two.
More life to throw back at you
Learn to build a wall till it slips.
You know I’ve thought about it
We should really hang out more.
Send me that tape you made
See you on the West Coast next time
Sending my love again.
Would it have changed your mind?
Shouldn’t have to rely on so much of my memory
Too many friends are slow faded out of me
Feel like I wanna disappear.
I’m so glad you’re here
Shouldn’t have to rely so much of my memory
Too many friends are slow faded out of me
Can’t say that I don’t understand
No thanks, you don’t get to come back