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aren't there things I could have
said? could have did?
could have stopped to take the time?

I could of sat there longer
looking out the window,
could of bought myself less
time.

Should of lingered a little longer,
Should of held on a little tighter,
Should of been less realistic,
should of grown up backwards.

  would of been a better love,
  would have touched your face a
  little softer,
  would of spent more nights
  laying awake,
  would of spoke a little louder.

  have you missed out on the seasons,
  did I give you enough reasons,
  staring threw the window
  on your ceiling,
  have you kept track
  of anything else,
  have you ever stopped
  believing?

  had I been a little closer,
  had we spoke a little sooner,
  had the days been a little slower,
  had my mind not been a motor.

                                                                       will we drift a little further,
                                                                       will we smile a little wider,
                                                                       will we commit this to memory,
                                                                       will we never forget the feeling.
                                                                       will we love a little less,
                                                                       will we compare them to all the rest.
                                                                       will we become birds at best?
                                                                       I will stay the rest of the season.

I get it now.

Description
aren't there things I could have
said? could have did?
could have stopped to take the time?

I could of sat there longer
looking out the window,
could of bought myself less
time.

Should of lingered a little longer,
Should of held on a little tighter,
Should of been less realistic,
should of grown up backwards.

  would of been a better love,
  would have touched your face a
  little softer,
  would of spent more nights
  laying awake,
  would of spoke a little louder.

  have you missed out on the seasons,
  did I give you enough reasons,
  staring threw the window
  on your ceiling,
  have you kept track
  of anything else,
  have you ever stopped
  believing?

  had I been a little closer,
  had we spoke a little sooner,
  had the days been a little slower,
  had my mind not been a motor.

                                                                       will we drift a little further,
                                                                       will we smile a little wider,
                                                                       will we commit this to memory,
                                                                       will we never forget the feeling.
                                                                       will we love a little less,
                                                                       will we compare them to all the rest.
                                                                       will we become birds at best?
                                                                       I will stay the rest of the season.

I get it now.