Hearing words over them and what we have
Is less than what you hoped for
Feelings of desperation
Why become the one who wants you out
And this is left for anyone by letting go
With your name they'll find it
Here we are another year
Another time quietly gone
Somedays and Sundays I like
You'll never have the conversation
Anytime is longer then they've had
And in the best situation
Why begin your mornings like that
In losing time honestly you're running out
Keeping such a distance
There they are another year
Another time quietly gone
Somedays and Sundays I like
Who believes in anyone in doing so this time
We all become a memory of some kind
To see the end of anything how it seems so far
From here it could be anywhere still that's where
you are