Lyrics:

Logan Airport and Government Center are both known places in Boston, Massachusetts. The blue line of the MBTA goes from Logan to Government Center.
(Check, check, check, check)

Consider this a letter that I never sent
However inconsiderate it seems
Do you still consider me
Consider me the boy you laughed with
Or you learned to live without?
I suck
I know I'm late
I know you waited

You wouldn't get me on the phone
And you couldn't make me not alone

The phone bill's stacked up by my bedside
With your picture, you're looking surprised
You're what makes
New England so great
My Island nights are all spent dying
Wait for summer
To become wrought with lips
My wishful thinking

You wouldn't get me on the phone
And you couldn't make me not alone

Yeah, you wouldn't get me (Yeah, you're a blue-eyed lightning bolt)
You wouldn't get me (I'm a national phenomenon)
You wouldn't get me on the phone (Nothing's absolutely definite, till it's absolutely, definitely gone)
Definitely gone!

Whoo!

I never thought this day would end
(Never thought this day would end)
I never thought tonight could ever be this close to me
So let my hands stray
Past the boundaries of your back
And get you breathing (get you breathing)
And get this started (get this started!)

You wouldn't get me!
You wouldn't get me!
You wouldn't get me on the phone

Yeah, you wouldn't get me (Yeah, you're a blue-eyed lightning bolt)
You wouldn't get me (I'm a natural phenomenon)
You wouldn't get me on the phone (Nothing's absolutely definite till it's gone)