I never knew what exactly I was losing
Blinded by sympathy when the truth was right in front of me
We took our little thing called faith and held it between us
Me and you in the quietest part of town
There we were, surrounded by an empty parking lot
You took everything and I waited for the yellow lines to disappear
Torch the letter I prepared for your well being
You knew what was right but never turned me around
After lonely little thoughts creep around the ending
I sit in my room burning pages to get to you
God, Morgan
I'm sorry it came to this
I'm sorry I had to give you this
I never wanted it to come to this
Because Morgan, I need this
It's effortless...without a doubt
