One time in this sordid life, I had it all but let it go.   Backtrack: I need the facts of why you’re better off out on your own.      Waste your time—better yours than mine.   Should I draw the line? Should I give my heart away?   My unlucky streak is catching up with me:   you’re the one that got away.   One day you’ll be back and you will say, “Nobody compares to you.”   I count down even though I know now, I’ll always be chasing you.      Two times I’ve looked deep inside, and my body wants to go.   A soundtrack brings me back in time: a summer Sunday afterglow.      Waste your time—better yours than mine   Should I draw the line? Should I give my heart away?   You left it incomplete, a break that wasn’t clean;   I can’t watch it fade away.   One day you’ll be back and you will say, “Nobody compares to you.”   I count down even though I know now, I’ll always be chasing you.      When was I strong? I can’t go on.   Each day is longer than the one before.   Don’t shot me down, don’t let me drown—   this is the sound of someone wanting more.      When was I strong? I can’t go on.   Each day whoa, whoa.   Don’t shoot me down.      One day you’ll be back and you will say, “Nobody compares to you.”   I count down even though I know now, I’ll always be chasing you.      And I miss you.   Don’t you know we’ll get through anything in time?   Miss you.   Don’t you know we’ll get through anything in time?