Hit me on a Tuesday morning
That you're gone
And you're not coming back
Know we haven't spoken in ages
And now we are basically strangers
Always thought I'd see you again
Across a crowded bar
Or a busy street
And I've been struggling
With my sleeping
And my friends are worried
About the drinking
All our memories inked into skin
My mum said she's worried
I'm looking thin

If things look bad
I'll meet you in the middle
And we can spend summer in Canada
If things look bad
I'll meet you in the middle

Call me up
Say you're getting sober
Hope my anger's passed
Now that we're older
Because you've
Been struggling with demons
Fighting a battle
You ain't ever gonna win
So we pour one out
And think of you
And all the things
That we didn't get to do
Because now you're drinking
With the greats
And bumming cigarettes from saints

And if things look bad
I'll meet you in the middle
And we can spend summer in Canada
If things look bad
I'll meet you in the middle

Just call and I'll be there
Just call and I'll be there
Just call and I'll be there

And if things get bad
I'll meet you in the middle
And we can spend summer in Canada
If things get bad
I'll meet you in the middle