It's Not True

Should I decide it's true

That you would leave if given half the chance to go, and

I'd be left here on my own

To find myself in bed

Wishing everything that changed would be the same

The room still looks like you

It's a mess and all the pictures on the shelf

Are dusted off by someone else

To keep me company

I haven't told her that your thought still lingers on

Every day is another chance to bury my regret

Every day is another chance to make it, but I can't, but I can't

(But I can't, but I can't, but I can't, but I can't)

I saw you on my phone

On a contact list that isn't up to date

Would have changed it with more time

That I require to

Rid my mind of all the freckles on your face

And reconcile to what?

The ring I bought you is buried deep within the ground

'Hind the swing where we first met

And memory only serves

To remind of all the bruises you forgave

Every day is another chance to bury my regret

Every day is another chance to make it, but I can't, but I can't

(But I can't, but I can't, but I can't, but I can't)

Should I decide it's true

That you'd return if given half the chance to come

(But it's not true, but it's not true, but it's not true, but it's not true)...