how could I have known what words you'd speak
in here, where our wills have broken away
we didn't look before we crossed
those words that we now bear like shameful sins
the ones that escaped and spoke our true heart
so long has it been since we've been able
like old gloves that don't belong to us
they have a sense of comfort and someone else
just enough for us to hold them close to our heart
these memories are how we remember them
you couldn't tell the difference now
but still, what might have been
