Everything Is Better in Hindsight

When you wake up in the morning are you lonely? To find only the items I had left. By your bedside on the table to your right hand, little traces are the proof that I exist. Looking back now I can see your clear green eyes. In that old shed with the string lights you reside. With the swing set stuck above you in the rafters, and the books and the records on each side. I knew I could grow to love him but his walls came up too fast. I was strong in his presence but he left for me the past. Now, will he ever stop haunting me and let me go. My mind travels the memories. My mind travels the memories. I only remember the sweetest of these. I only remember the sweetest things. So keep her close now, keep her happy, keep her wanting. Don't desert now the wake that you did make. Cook her breakfast, share your music, tell your secrets. Give it all like you never plan to leave. Oh, did you plan to leave? And I tell you friends, it was easier then to give your heart away, before wholly came broken and eager to leave, I gave it all with haste. So if you're telling a story, especially of heart ache. It better ring out true, to pass down your blood line and travel through song, in honest remembrance of you. Cause I knew I could grow to love him, but his walls came up too fast. I was so strong in his presence, but he left me for his past. Now will he ever stop haunting me and let me go? Will he ever say goodbye to me, I've been on my own. When you wake up in the morning are you lonely? To find only the loves that you had left. By my bedside on my table to my left hand, little traces are the proof that you exist.