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