These are the days Where we sit and contemplate Exactly what this could have been.
But it's too late We've both made our own mistakes. But I swear that I can still hear you say that:
"What I miss the most is driving in your car Being careful to sing low But you still heard every note that I sang" I'll sing your song And every single word you wrote for me I'll sing tonight
Hello, nostalgia Thanks for making me second guess Every choice that I have made Were they really for the best?
It's for every single note that made it to my ears And all the other words that I could hear. I loved you
