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.