That old sock of a teddy bear
That shiny silver tag
The letter you wrote
Those trinkets you let me keep

The best ones, I say
Aren't those you've handed to me
The best ones, you've given
Weren't yours to begin with

Those nights at the beach
I tried my hardest to enjoy
To shake off the thought
Of you not answering my calls

Those drunken nights
I call the best ones by far
To fill what you've left
When the choice was all mine

The time for myself
The growth I've acquired
The freedom i had
From the ways
you've made me feel

Because out of all the things
you've given me,
The best were the ones
you didn't hand over

And there's nothing else
You could think about

The sound of her voice
The smell of her hair

One day you're
Crazy about her

One day you'll find yourself
Awake in the dark

Thinking about
What you should've said that night
Until the dawn breaks
And paints the sky colors you thought were hers

But the thing is
*That's all she'll ever be.