Your Boomerang. Wanna Play?

Dreams, that's where I have to go to see your beautiful face anymore. I stare at a picture of you and listen to the radio, hope there's a conversation. We both admit we had it good, but until then it's alienation, I know. That much is understood.
And I realize if you ask me how I'm doing, I would say I'm doing just fine. I would lie and say that you're not on my mind. No matter what I say I'm not over you.

And if I had the chance to renew, you know there isn't a thing I wouldn't do. I could get back on the right track, but only if you'd be convinced.