It's Not True - William Fitzsimmons

Should I decide it’s true

That you would leave if given half the chance to go and

I’d be left here on my own

To find myself in bed

Wishing everything that changed would be the same

The room still looks like you

It’s a mess and all the pictures on the shelf are

Dusted off by someone else

To keep me company

I haven’t told her that your thought still lingers on

Everyday’s another chance to bury my regret

Everyday’s another chance to make it but I can’t

But I can’t, but I can’t, but I can’t, but I can’t

I saw you on my phone

On a contact list that isn’t up to date

Would have changed it with more time

That I require to

Rid my mind of all the freckles on your face

And reconcile to what?

The ring I bought you is buried deep within the ground

Behind the swing where we first met

And memory only serves

To remind of all the bruises you forgave

Everyday’s another chance to bury my regret

Everyday’s another chance to make it but I can’t

But I can’t, but I can’t, but I can’t, but I can’t

Should I decide it’s true

That you’d return if given half the chance to come

But it’s not true

But it’s not true, but it’s not true

But it’s not true, but it’s not true

But it’s not true, but it’s not true

But it’s not true, but it’s not true

But it’s not true, but it’s not true

But it’s not true, but it’s not true