Board by Museum Mouth Lyrics

Every morning as I get up from my bed
I think about all the things that we both said
The night before on the telephone
And how it feels waking up alone

I hope you're thinking about me
I know you're thinking about me
But for now it's wishful thinking
Until the day that I come home

I'm so far from where you are
And the place I prefer to call my home

But I'm a coward and I'll take both of my hands
I'll dig a hole and hide my head down in the sand
Cuz I can't stand to deal with all this pressure for
Three more years and six sad semesters