Year

What if we play pretend, tonight,
Just for the thrill of one last time?
Just for the fun of doing things right?
What if I tell you I’m not fine?
What if I’m sorry for the lies,
The life I threw away that night?

Oh, well, I’m talking to the walls again.

Farewell, for real, my dear
I’m quite out of rhymes and tears
It’s been the best twelve months
Of the whole last year.

What if I run this sleeping town?
And serenade quietly by your house?
Well, guess it’s a bit too late, now.
What if we could turn back the time?
What if we had to wait a while?
I really am not good at goodbyes.

Oh, well, I’m talking to the mirror again

Farewell, for real, my dear
I’m quite out of rhymes and tears
It’s been the best twelve months
Of the whole last year.

So long, goodbye, my dear, (goodbye)
I’m quite out of rhymes and tears (goodbye)
You’ve been the best whole year
Of the better years.