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