Let’s just pretend, the road won’t end, these greens won’t turn to greys,
No last last calls, no haunted walls, nothing’s settled and no one stays,
She said its been a year, it’s growing clear, this wasn’t meant to be,
And right or wrong, it’d been so long, since you’d given up on me,
Through tired teeth, from underneath, I scraped and clawed and swore,
If I settle here, it’s all too clear, that I’ll just find another war,
But a heart can mend, you told me again, before I walked away,
Still I knew it then, through luck or sin, I’d lose you either way,
So I turned around, returned to ground, neither beaten nor prevailed,
The pain of regret, it hasn’t killed me yet, and I won’t live as if I’ve failed.