Should i decide it's true that you would leave if given half the chance to go and i'd be left here on my own to find myself in bed wishing everything that changed would be the same
the room still looks like you it's a mess and all the pictures on the shelf are dusted off by someone else to keep me company i haven't told her that your thought still lingers on
everyday's another chance to bury my regret everyday's another chance to make it but i can't but i can't
i saw you on my phone on a contact list that isn't up to date would have changed it with more time that i require to rid my mind of all the freckles on your face
and reconcile to what? the ring i bought you is buried deep within the ground behind the swing where we first met and memory only serves to remind of all the bruises you forgave
should i decide it's true that you'd return if given half the chance to come....