Sing Your Song

These are the days

Where we sit and contemplate

Exactly what this could have been.

But it's too late

We've both made our own mistakes.

But I swear that I can still hear you say that:

"What I miss the most is driving in your car

Being careful to sing low

But you still heard every note that I sang"

I'll sing your song

And every single word you wrote for me

I'll sing tonight

Hello, nostalgia

Thanks for making me second guess

Every choice that I have made

Were they really for the best?

It's for every single note that made it to my ears

And all the other words that I could hear.

I loved you