It was a monday and it came by surprise that you were leaving and only time could tell if it would be for good
So what could I say to prove it's different than before, or before again
I dream of the day you come back from overseas an elated moment stuck in my head: With my feet on the ground and your head on my shoulders I swore that I loved you and you swore the same and we'd drive home to our one bedroom apartment and everything would be fine again
And three months really could change a man like me