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...