Saturday, November 12, 2011

Baby, What About The Ending?

Last night I heard my own heart beating, sounded like footsteps on my stairs. Six months gone and I'm still reaching even though I know you're not there. I was playing back a thousand memories, baby, thinking about everything we've been through. Maybe I've been going back too much lately, when time stood still and I had you.
Come back, come back, come back to me like you would if this was a movie, stand in the rain outside until I came out. Come back to me like you could if you just said you're sorry. I know that we could work it out somehow. But if this was a movie you'd be here by now.
I know people change and these things happen. But I remember how it was back then, locked up in your arms and our friends are laughing cause nothing like this ever happened to them. Now I'm pacing up the hall, chasing down your street, flashback to a night when you said to me, "Nothing's gonna change, not for me and you." Not before I knew how much I had to lose.
If you're out there, if you're somewhere, if you're moving on, I'll be waiting for you. I just want it back the way it was before.
Come back, come back, come back to me like you would before you said "It's not that easy." Before the fight, before I left you out. But I take it all back now.
If this was a movie you'd be here by now. It's not the kind of ending you wanna see now. Baby, I don't like the ending. I thought you'd be here now.

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