I'll never get use to it

You know, after three years, you'd think I'd be over this whole thing.
You'd think I'd be able to set aside all thoughts of what I've lost.
But I never have. I never will.

My phone accidentally called you in my pocket today.
But by the time I took it out, it had already gone to your voicemail.
I'm sort of glad you didn't answer. If you would have, I wouldn't have anything to say. It would of just been a bunch of small talk. Which is probably all it'll ever be anymore.