The Way You Feel

So I saw the letter that I wrote to you
Back when we were 3 years younger.
I made up my mind so many times back then
That I guess that it will never end.
Counting piles of melodies of grey and blue skies
Not ever to expect they’d change.
Carefully I settle through all over again,
‘Cause you just assumed we’d still be friends.

No I can’t forget, but I won’t waste time.
I’d stay awake until the feeling dies.
No matter how sorry I feel.
No matter how sorry I feel.
And though I take no blame, forget me not.
Still old things fall to the ground
No matter how the way you feel.
No matter how the way you feel.

Here’s a better memory that served me well
Back when it was all a dream.
Can it be that I was still involved in a fight
But only by myself asleep?
Since I was counting stars and all that jazz,
That radio is spoken word.
Shoes up off the ground and my hair undone,
It’s calling me down to earth.

Suppose I never had, nor I ever tried.
I spend my life all alone at night
Just as I remember why.
Just as I remember why.
Suppose I could’ve gone, I could be strong.
Now that there’s nothing left for me at all,
Maybe it’s all in my mind.
Maybe it’s all in my mind.

Sand is in the hourglass and oh so slow.
What shall be done has already been.
Cameos and red roses, old romance,
It doesn’t really make much sense.
Spring will soon be over, it don’t rain that much,
I hear the summertime ain’t bad.
Car is in the parking lot, the store is shut down,
Tomorrow sees a different plan.

Suppose a poet lies, I guess he smiles.
I guess she breathes once in a while,
Never to be read again.
Never to be read again.
And though we’re all alone, we don’t lose hope.
We can’t move on without letting go.
Sitting on the bench like so.
Sitting on the bench like so.