Conversation; no sensation; things I've yet to say
Your words still sting, just lingering; I hang my head in weak dismay
Thoughts of sorrow, bar tomorrow, keep me from the night
I walk the paths back to the past, and they all lead to the same place
Why do I still call your name, after all this time has pa**ed?
When I think of what we could have been like, think of what we could have been
Why do I still feel the same? You and I weren't meant to last
But I think of what we could have been like, think of what we could have
Former feelings still have meaning; voids I've yet to fill
There's moving on; it's been and gone, but I can't help but keep standing still
Your affection; stark reflection; how things used to be
Gotta bide my time; gotta keep me mine; gotta stop myself from thinking
Why do I still call your name, after all this time has pa**ed?
When I think of what we could have been like, think of what we could have been
Why do I still feel the same? You and I weren't meant to last
But I think of what we could have been like, think of what we could have
Think of what we could have
Broken is how you left me; unspoken
Your thoughts about me, now shattered
The trust I held in you mattered; I guess you'd disagree
Darling, the rift between us is startling
These shifting waves hold me under
I hold my breath and I wonder
Do you still think of me?
Why was it easy? Why was it just me?
Why did it all make sense?
It never hit me 'til your hand just slipped right through mine
Until your hand just slipped right through mine