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Short lyrics

Here's a little story 'bout regret
It doesn't have an ending, it's not finished yet
But from what I know this far it's just a peep at who we are, and an incomplete sentence that you said

Now it's time to terminate our trust
Even though to you and me it doesn't matter much
We can close our eyes and picture better days ahead
even now the phone begins to ring

and our life hangs on a string
and today we start to learn just what that means
and somehow we're faced with the fact
that you won't ever get this back

This story's short just like I said
you can't seem to get it through your thick head
it started out with hope and now the ending is suppressed, smothered like a fire in your dreams
or will we burn for you tomorrow in your dreams?
or will we pass out like an airport like a freak?
upon your seat
a freak, upon your seat