We’ve all been through this before
But sometimes it still feels like the first
Must I admit it’s done
Must I return your sweaters and your shirts
My yearning’s not quite out
I still imagine you’ll be home tomorrow
Was it me
Did I not prove to you how far I’d go

Why can’t we just laugh
Pretend this is just a game we play
I'm not ready yet
To meet a stranger with your name

What kind of morning soothes
Without some sweet mouth near
To give a kiss before I leave

Perhaps I just might learn
To fall asleep without your breath
So steady next to me

And if I wake in sweat
From troubled dreams
This day’s bright blue
Will have to be enough for me

I’ll have to pick and choose
Which songs to sing
It seems every one
Keeps on reminding me of being in love
It wasn’t so long ago
But what’s left of touch
What’s left of us and our long history