They speak of jobs and positions; Who's seeing who, who's settled down... They casually mention your name - the power in the a word's insane, How it triggers everything to come tumbling down... Into the pit of my stomach, boulders and bu*terflies coexist; That chemical reaction shared by all romantics threatens to persist... And this unanswered question lingers on to this later date: Can I resign to never knowing if I was your one that got away? The back and forth, the on and off, the "don't call anymore"; The leaving, the wishing I had stayed... A self-inflicted prison I won't escape, Like if I did, the memories would decay... And there'd be no more hours of dreaming bout what a life with you could have been; That chemical reaction shared by all romantics has some twisted need to exist... And this unanswered question lingers on to this later date: Can I resign to never knowing if I was your one that got away? Say you feel nothing when you see me, Say that where I walk, flowers have grown, Say that I rocked your world, say that I was never your girl, Just give me somethin', give me somethin' I can put in stone... And this unanswered question lingers on to this later date: Can I resign to never knowing if I was your one that got away? And this unanswered question lingers on to this later date: Can I resign to never knowing if I was your one that got away? If I was your one that got away... If I was your one that got away...