Sometimes I picture your words
Frame them inside my head
A moment later I turn my gaze
And the canvas is blank again
We almost were more than friends
In my bedroom I realize I still love you
You come to me in so many dreams
Can't stand the pain of your memory
All the good times, the innocent ones
And the thin lines that separate us
You and me were more than a controversy
I didn't see a number
But that's all anyone else can see
I might cry forever over those days
Cause the canvas has pain again
The only way you can stay my friend
In my bedroom I realize I still love you
You come to me in so many dreams
Can't stand the pain of your memory
All the good times, the innocent ones
And the thin lines that separate us
You and me were more than a controversy