But sometimes I still get sad
When I think about the way we acted, when everything was fine
Remembering your voice, at three in the morning, not awake enough to tell the truth but yet you'd never tell a lie
Words that spoke infinities to my soul, or so I thought

Sometimes I still get sad
When I think about everything we were, everything I thought we'd always be
I think about the friendship, we held tighter than our pillows while we lay awake, alone at night
I think of how it's something we risked, but deep inside we knew it was something we'd never get back

Sometimes I still get sad
When I think about you
I think about you often though,
So when I say sometimes, know I mean always