We used to do this all the time,
I used to think it was the coolest shit,
but standing in the cold exchanging blows,
it gets old.
I could never hear your voice over the phone.
Still, it gets worse when I'm alone.
I wish I'd do something better with my time,
but some memories stop being nice once time has passed.
I've read between the lines,
it's all set in, that's all there is.
I'm sorry we had to stop so much,
I'm sorry we never talk these days,
I knew I couldn't have it all.
for every day that i have spent
on clinging to all of my regrets,
still letting go's no easier.