gone are the games and the faces we made to get by.
you are the same as you were when I left.
we hoped and we prayed for a word to call this.
saying i'm leaving, was never a threat.
so let's call it off, and forget.
gone are the floors buried by what we wore everyday
a place for your palm in the coat i had on, yes I know...it's not suppsoed to rain.
i'm never clear when i talk when i mumble. things i should scream, i'll never confess.
let's call it off, and forget.