I had to be sure that our final words
Were definite and not premature 
But now that we’re done, I cannot bear
To hear your voice no more
No bride and groom in my darkened room
I wake up alone and [bad word] to rise
My stomach’s in knots, my eyelids are sore
And loneliness remains
I heard us say “Goodbye”
And maybe I’m having regrets
I thought we’d last
little longer than we did.
There’s pieces of you lying around
discarded shoe, your favourite towel
And all I can do is gather them up
And put them away.
I heard us say “Goodbye”
And maybe I’m having regrets
I thought we’d last
little longer than we did
little longer than we did