If I admit that I'm missing you,

I'm committing a series of crimes.

The fact that I even still remember you,

Is cluttering up my mind.

Inside me I know,

There needs to be room,

For what's asking me to stay.

Even though I know it's my own fault,

Because I shoved you away.

I just wish I hadn't made that mistake,

And had given it a lot more time.

I wish I'd given you a one last chance.

Just wish I hadn't crossed that line.