@migu music@

Too many sorries went around

And he became a familiar sound

Got so tired of the melody

Melodies were meant to be free

You got me picking up all my pieces

Put them back in my pocket

In case I need them

Hoping it's not if but when

Hoping it's not so much later but so soon

Oh

When we last talked we didn't expect a thing

Couldn't believe but your love did sting

If I found myself walking backwards into you

Would you spill out all your memories too

We're picking up all our pieces

Put them back in our pockets and just leave them

Hoping it's not if but when

Hoping the same old melody will feel new

Oh