i'm not fighting back, it's not my first heart attack
it seems all my defenses are overrun
a table meant for two, seemed most natural with you
but lately when they seat me i say, "one"
i always drive your car to visit your grandma
you look out of the window like a kid
she won't be here for long, but judging by this song
she'll have lasted longer with you than i did
though i am not your man, sometimes i still pretend
your big brown eyes stare right back at me
but i opened up my heart and i'm still in bed alone
i'm the closest that alone will get to happy
sometimes you still call, though your picture's on the wall
i still can't seem to count you as a friend
i won't help you if you're mad
i won't find time to chat
i will only help the conversation end
i can name the date, your outfit and the place
when we decided to let our worlds collide
if it were up to you, you would throw that away too
you don't know what you had and now it's died.