What do you do when the story ends?
That tale of you and I.
That image I had about us, now everything a lie.
Now everything I wanted from you, is just everything I want back.
I wish I could take it all back.
I wanna go back, before that time.
That time it was you and I.

What happens when:
Chicago's entrance is blocked.
Coffee shops aren't in business anymore.
And that gum is now useless, dirty on the floor.
I guess my phone's a weapon now.
I guess it broke, frozen, shut down.
It was the thing I loved about you, hearing your voice on the other line...
Now I wish that line would have just tangled up and died..

I regret the idea that I told you everything that I thought was right.
And you insisted to call me up every night.
It felt like a gift from up above.
A gift that felt like it was more than just love.

I wanted to get to know you.
Show you my wild side.
Maybe you could have seen me for who I am.
Instead of a mess, a quiet and giddy fan.

And now that story is set on repeat.
Playing over and over again in my head,
yet the voice is now mine, telling me that same old story...
But this time it's my turn to start over, and change every stupid line..

 
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