You're only half a mile from home,
On that long road you walked alone,
There's nothing left for you to know,
Nowhere left for you to go,
Now that less is everything.

You're only pretty when you walk away

I'll lock the world away,
And say goodbye, it's cold out there.
To all that know, this is the scene where,
I let everyone who cares down.

In the end, the only thing to gain,
Is empty satisfaction,

There's nothing worse than a deflated glance,
From the one you instinctively took a chance on. When you walk past with a vacant stare,
Knowing at one point, something was felt there.

So as the situation stands,I don't think about you anymore,And even if your name crosses my mind,There's not a reason to feel that jerk inside,To remind you that I love you.
'Cause as the situation stands,On the face of it,I don't.

This may sound redundant,
But I think it bares repeating,
I'm sorry; I love you, now leave.

I'd like you to know that i forgive you already,
you were young and i was dumb,
nothing else mattered if we had our fun,

I'm the one that's forgettable not the one you wish you could

I marvel at your voice and the soundtrack in my head,
rehearsing tired afterthoughts i'd always wished i'd said.