Let's turn the pages back a year, would we even remember the situation?

The things we miss most weren't anywhere. Nothing had begun- no complication

Things move on so gradually that we never notice them 'till they're gone

Countless nights, imagine me, and the pictures faded before too long

I looked back for too long, and really thought I was in the past. Back Then

Reminiscing doesn't change the fact that all we have is "remember when"

I turned away as the days grew colder. I left you there and took nothing for myself

Cut the rope and let me loose. I'll come back when I'm someone else