What I want to say is that you let me down But I want you around now more than ever And what I wanna do is get out of this town And forget what we found forever
Maybe it's true that we won't remember this after we're gone But maybe I'll leave our memory in a journal or a song And I won't tell them we were wrong
I'm tired of the fight; it's anyone's guess What made me confess, it's over But hold me tonight; I'll take nothing less Than my head on your chest till morning
Maybe it's true that they won't remember us after we're gone But maybe I'll leave our memory in a journal or a song And I won't tell them we were wrong
So this ones for you, and it's just as well That our story would sell a song In whatever you do and whoever you tell You can say that we fell but don't say we were wrong
