It isn't me, that's what you say and you're right Except about the wrong thing It isn't me that you want, You want perfection, a fantasy that I will never be We both tried For a while we made it look good I can still see us Smoking cigarettes, talking about the people we used to be I remember the last night I couldn't sleep, but you were tired We fell asleep thinking that we still had time Time to say the things we really meant to clean up this mess before things were lost We thought there would still be time for love sometime later After all we were still young, clinging to each other like children That night you were tired And when we awoke the time was gone, wasted Lost in a collection of blurry memories, Anticipation and disappointment.