Plese dont walk out that door.
5:30am says the clock.
Our pajamas flowing with the wind.
I fear this is the end.

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Standing on the pavement.
My bare feet feeling the cold.
You walk into the drivers seat,
of your old pickup truck.
Words that you said,
still flow around the house.
They are my memories of you,
because your gone.]

Is it too late to beg?
To cry?
To die?
My heart is pounding through my chest,
with all the good times we had.

[Chorus]

You said your final goodbye,
the last words I heard.

[Chorus}