Hear the same song, and feel it all again, All the lumps in your throat, And the tightening string around your heart, Straining to keep it together, The coarse twine scratching at your veins, Binding the arteries that tried to burst.
Remember that line? When your fingers left mine, So suddenly alone, The bitter air taking taking your place, Wrapping around my thumb, Then dripping through my lungs, Freezing the final words.
And if only you'd have stayed, what I tried to tell you, Then you'd know, All I needed was that promise we made, To be kept to the end, But friends before lovers never works out, For better? No, always worse.