Hearing words over them and what we have

Is less than what you hoped for

Feelings of desperation

Why become the one who wants you out

And this is left for anyone by letting go

With your name they'll find it

Here we are another year

Another time quietly gone

Somedays and Sundays I like

You'll never have the conversation

Anytime is longer then they've had

And in the best situation

Why begin your mornings like that

In losing time honestly you're running out

Keeping such a distance

There they are another year

Another time quietly gone

Somedays and Sundays I like

Who believes in anyone in doing so this time

We all become a memory of some kind

To see the end of anything how it seems so far

From here it could be anywhere still that's where

you are