i suppose something as grand and as worthless has to be preserved, can't be forgotten and if we counted all the ways that i can try to just walk away from this i don't think i'd be exhaustive
even if i spared the time to try and fix what's deep inside i don't think i could manage this on my own my own time, i think i need a little help from outside
even if you still could, do you think you'd want to reach out to me still you said you didn't like me as much as you once did did you mean that? did you mean to hurt me, cause you know you did and i am not the same i was the way before you said these things would change and i hoped that it was a phase but no, i saw the look in your eyes when you said, "i don't feel safe here anymore"
cause i'm still here do you remember what this is? there ain't many chances and maybe this is ours
we'll just sit there at the lakeside while i read from a paper that was still wet on the side
would you let it end right there? you know the crisp air before you decide and i know you it's up to however it feels inside