She will be better
This time next week
Time enough to meet another boy
She will be bitter though
This time next year
When life has spun a round
And I'm still buried here
I fear she won't forgive me
Even worse, won't forget me
And that is all I want for her
Pretty eyes and fragile ego
Latching on like a disease
That knows the cure's around the corner
But will not admit it has to leave
And some things have been wrong
I admit I haven't been okay
Though I've lied to make you stay
In the past
That was the past
Just yesterday
A year ago
Three years ago
I remember where I was
Yesterday