Nickels, pennies, wishing wells,
I do declare, I bid farewell.
With all that's here and said to be,
come on girl, please look at me.

I see all the scare and hurt,
so now's the time to wash the dirt.
Cause hope is what you fail to see,
I guess that we're not meant to be.

But just before you leave for good,
please speak to me, you know you should.
And tell me at one point-in-time,
that I was yours, and you were mine.

I feel the pain that grows inside,
it's swelling up like morning tides.
And all that I can seem to do,
is dream of us, and think of you.

Now that all the pains set-in,
I think about where we've been.
And realize that we were dead,
A bitter-sweet thing to be said.