It's at times like these when I picture your face,
next to mine in a body that isn't yours.
And it's in nights like these when I drink to forget,
cause fucking with strangers tastes of bitter regret
and of spit of unwanted lovers.

Well I left you, so I can't complain,
now that you got a house and new guests to entertain.
Well I fucked up, and now the stain
of my mistakes won't come off of my name.

It's a lifetime chance that I traded off
for a daily dosis of love withdrawal.
I switched joy for hurt, and I thought it would work
and now there's no way to turn back the clock.

I can't rewind the tape, and I can't stop
myself from ruining everything.
I deserve you pettiness, and your vile disdain,
but please don't believe that you loved me in vain.

My heart still yearns for you, even if I say otherwise.
My soul still waits for you, to come back into my life.
Even if I pushed you away, even if I sent you far,
I still hope that you'll return, with bright eyes and open arms,
knowing that you'll never come,
but wishing for a restart
to all of our adventures,
and our still and weary hearts.