...And it's my fault that I waited.
My fault I was faded when I knew you.
I let you sink, I let you curve, I let you slip with unsaid words.
I watched the spark that you had for me die right in front of me.
I take small steps to get my best and forget who you are, kid.
Here's to hoping that I can live with myself.
Here's to knowing that I'm still right here.
So I'll keep my head straight and wander through life, hoping you saved a place for me.
And maybe you'll go there to ponder sometimes on the nights we came so damn close.
I bet you won't.
I'm still right here.
Here's to hoping that I can live with myself.
Here's to knowing that I'm still right here without you.