Isabelle

Well it might as well count for something

For me to suffer for a better day

And not the masquerades of the many

I think I'll skip past all the drama queens

And let them amuse themselves with shallow conversation

Well it might as well count for something

Cause this patient heart's getting bored with life

Regret's my only company when I see you

And I'm backed up at the borderline

I'm cut short of moving on again

And why do I, said why do I, consider this hard

Do you miss me at all

Do you miss me at all

Do you miss me at all

Isabelle takes the back seat to oblivion

The quiet type of emotion

And God I wish her well

Isabelle paints a masterpiece in color

And it's black and white underneath

And if all her friends could show her

What it means to be loved

I'm rounding up my reasons why I ever left

I don't get no answers

And the speculation lives

Do you miss me at all

Do you miss me at all

Do you miss me at all

Do you miss me at all

And we might as well call it love if it makes you feel better

Said we might as well call it love if it makes you feel better.

And we might as well call it love if it makes you feel better

And we might as well call it love if it makes you feel better.

Do you miss me at all

Do you miss me at all