Why’d you have to go?

Why couldn’t you stay?

I won’t know how it was

What if we hadn’t spoke?

Supposing now I won’t know how you cope...

...and I’m thinking of the times we had

And I’m drinking all the wine you left

My floor plan in the snow

My doorman in the rain

“oh boy, I think we’re lost”

It’s fine, you weren’t to know

That I broke down when I found out you’d gone...

...and I’m thinking of the times we had

And I’m tripping over my shorthand

It was fiction the whole time, you said

But I’m just thinking of the times we had