Lyrics

I miss the way you held your pen
I miss the way you said my name
I may never see you again
But I have your picture in a frame

Do you still smell the same?
Do you still tell the truth?
If you ever look for me
I’ll be in the pages of our youth

I’ll cut it out, I’ll try again
If only I knew what I know now, then

Loneliness can make us do
All kinds of senseless things
All the time I spent with you
Was like a wounded pair of wings

Nostalgia is a pretty liar
Insisting things were better
Than they actually were at the time
At the time, at the time