One time in this sordid life, I had it all but let it go.
Backtrack: I need the facts of why you’re better off out on your own.
Waste your time—better yours than mine.
Should I draw the line? Should I give my heart away?
My unlucky streak is catching up with me:
you’re the one that got away.
One day you’ll be back and you will say, “Nobody compares to you.”
I count down even though I know now, I’ll always be chasing you.
Two times I’ve looked deep inside, and my body wants to go.
A soundtrack brings me back in time: a summer Sunday afterglow.
Waste your time—better yours than mine
Should I draw the line? Should I give my heart away?
You left it incomplete, a break that wasn’t clean;
I can’t watch it fade away.
One day you’ll be back and you will say, “Nobody compares to you.”
I count down even though I know now, I’ll always be chasing you.
When was I strong? I can’t go on.
Each day is longer than the one before.
Don’t shot me down, don’t let me drown—
this is the sound of someone wanting more.
When was I strong? I can’t go on.
Each day whoa, whoa.
Don’t shoot me down.
One day you’ll be back and you will say, “Nobody compares to you.”
I count down even though I know now, I’ll always be chasing you.
And I miss you.
Don’t you know we’ll get through anything in time?
Miss you.
Don’t you know we’ll get through anything in time?