Loving you could be so easy. Loving you could be so great.

But how can I try to explain your story never seems to stay the same. You're out of touch and I'm out of time, just talk to me a while and joke about the things we used to see. It's so hard for me to smile.

I've never felt so alone, after all of this there's so much left to lose and I've taken pieces home. I promise you I never meant to.

But how can I complain? When everybody seems to know my name you're out of luck and I'm out of line. It's such a selfish compromise, self indulgent, useless, bunch of lies I never thought you would believe.

Loving you would be so easy. Loving you could be so great...