i writing more than i thought i could
i’m saying more than i probably should
maybe i will keep rambling on
till you come back to tell me you’re gone

yeah, you can tap me on the shoulder
and say, “look, we all grow older”
if you’re tired of reading my letters
filled with hope that things will get better

i guess i’m happier being sad
my only chance to make you feel bad
but i’m no fool, i know i know
you’re gone…for good…. for good.

you’re in love again, maybe for real
do you honestly tell him how you feel?
or let him guess like you did to me
i still speak of you hopefully

everyone thinks this is a just a phase
denial is help through the darker days
that’s what they whisper, yeah, i know
they say i haven’t yet let you go