Fireside - A Week At The Most lyrics

Am i forgotten And alone I try to manage On my own The memory grows cold And my eyes dry out Didn't she tell me I was the one How come she tried Three years in a row Her hair in my mouth Her annoying sighs She said i was good Sometimes A week at the most I tried to make up to that But now all is lost I found her crying At the shore And i was too dumb To let her go I miss that sand And i miss that snow