No more holding your hand while we drive in the car,
no more kissing your lips because your so far,
no more feeling your body pressed closed to mine,
no more sweet little nothings, we've got no more time,
no more wishing you were here,
no more wanting your touch, your not so near,
no more dreaming of you at night,
no more arguments, no more fights,
no more looking into your eyes,
no more nothing... ain't it sad how the good times fly...
