David Hodges - Comfortable

I'm getting comfortable with the pain of dying slow
I'm getting used to reading between giving up and letting go
I'm making do with words I needed to hear you say
That you refrained from anyway
Making friends with all my ghosts

Everytime I'm reaching for the phone and
I stop myself considering the moment
Everytime I see you in a crowded room
I remember
You were someone different in my memory
And even if it breaks the heart within me
I know that it's bettеr now to see the truth
Than keep pretending, wе
Can make it with a Time Machine

I'm getting comfortable with the pain of dying slow
I'm getting used to reading between giving up and letting go
I'm making do with words I needed to hear you say
That you refrained from anyway
Making friends with all my ghosts

I'm getting comfortable
I'm getting comfortable

Comfort in the tragedy of silence
Comfort in the sadness of Goodbye and
Even if the story always ends this way
I don't have to rewrite it
Have to keep writing
As if the telling would spell different titles
For roles that we played
Wish you saw it the same

But I'm getting comfortable with the pain of dying slow
I'm getting used to reading between giving up and letting go
I'm making do with words I needed to hear you say
That you refrained from anyway
Making friends with all my ghosts

I'm getting comfortable
I'm getting comfortable
I'm getting comfortable
I'm getting comfortable