Short

Here's a little story 'bout regret Doesn't have an ending, it's not finished yet But from what I know this far it's just a peep at who We are And an incomplete sentence that you said Now it's time to terminate our trust Even though to you and me it doesn't matter much We can close our eyes and picture better days ahead Even now the phone begins to ring And our life hangs on a string And today we start to learn just what that means And somehow we're faced with the fact That you won't ever get this back This story's short just like I said Can't seem to get it through my thick head Started out with hope and now the ending is Suppressed Smothered like a fire in your dreams Or will we burn for you tomorrow in your dreams Or will we pass out in the airport like a freak upon Your seat Some freak upon your seat