Our story might've not been one for bookstores
It didn't end on a good note or peaceful credits
But you'll find that the front door is always open
I tried different locks and different people to get by
But you're still the key that'll let me come back home
In your living room, I felt like living again for good
But it was wishful thinking, a fool's dream
And I have to live a life without the best
And if I have to live again, I must let go
But I can't, and I won't