There are different kinds of loneliness
And I have always been good
Good at raising up the drawbridges
Good at knocking on wood
I could make myself invisible
I could be a better liar
Anything would be better
Than to sit here and wonder
What was I to you?
Some kind of life lesson?
Or something worth forgetting?
Just a stray you let in?
What was I to you?
A stain on your perfect record?
A slip, a blip, a wrong chord?
I get why you had to go
But the thing I really want to know
Is what was I to you?
I can’t claim what I gave away
Keep the fire but not the flame
Feel my face on your face again
Hey, hey
You know I’ve told you this a
thousand times
Except I never press ‘send’
But anything would be better
Than to sit here and wonder
What was I to you?
Some kind of life lesson?
Or something worth forgetting?
Just a stray you let in?
What was I to you?
A scratch on your favourite record?
A slip, a blip, a wrong chord?
I get why you had to go
But the thing I really want to know
Is what was I to you?
Just in case you were ever wondering
what you were to me
You were the biggest let-down, the one
who got the power just by being so weak
You wasted all my time, moved on at the
speed of light
I don’t know what to believe
I remember everything you said
That night inside our tent by the torchlight
Do you remember how I made you laugh?
You said, ‘I hope I die before you’
I remember walking through a forest
You said that you thought we might be dreaming
Then we made it to the top of a waterfall
And we jumped down hand-in-hand and screaming
Remember the feeling,
remember the feeling,
remember the feeling
What was I to you?