i'm not fighting back, it's not my first heart attack   it seems all my defenses are overrun   a table meant for two, seemed most natural with you   but lately when they seat me i say, "one"      i always drive your car to visit your grandma   you look out of the window like a kid   she won't be here for long, but judging by this song   she'll have lasted longer with you than i did      though i am not your man, sometimes i still pretend   your big brown eyes stare right back at me   but i opened up my heart and i'm still in bed alone   i'm the closest that alone will get to happy      sometimes you still call, though your picture's on the wall   i still can't seem to count you as a friend   i won't help you if you're mad   i won't find time to chat   i will only help the conversation end      i can name the date, your outfit and the place   when we decided to let our worlds collide   if it were up to you, you would throw that away too   you don't know what you had and now it's died.