I sat and plucked the grass from its roots
Trying to hold back my tears
The lawn must've been completely bare
By the time you disappeared
And my mind raced through all of the things
I'd prepared to say
They didn't make you stay
So I nodded numbly and mumbled "okay"
It wasn't okay
But I keep breathing, nodding
That's what I learnt how to do
And I let you drive away
Instead of fighting for you
I wish I could say I'd not given up there
And planned an elaborate scheme
I think I'm old enough for being romantic and
Making a scene
But I guess in that moment I knew that
The only grand gesture was plain honesty
But you couldn't hear me
Over your own words blurting out
"I don't know", "I'm sorry", and "What's wrong with me"
Shotgun, in your convertible
But when it comes to us
I take the back seat, just as usual
Letting you call all the shots
Leaving that park was almost like torture
Neither wanted to go
And I said that we'd see each other again
But now, who really knows