Текст песни String - Runnner

I'm replaying it now
Is that not really what we were talking about?
Just driving around
New England's all right, but the road kill is bumming me out

We talk once a year
We lived in the same house, but now we just live sorta near
Don't know how to start
I wrote you a letter last fall, but it's still in my car

Am I projecting this on all this emptiness?
Do you know?
Do you know?