I'm good at playing scenes in my head
In my head
When those scenes turn from fiction
Well it hasn't mattered yet

But when I left for the train that morning
And you walked with me through the streets
The night still covering us
Those tears I'd never seen

But you tell me about the next morning
They came so unexpectedly
All I could say was I'm sorry
I'm sorry

We tried to hide
What we knew from the start

So we stayed in touch
As close as the minutes would allow
Over letters and thoughts
It was like I never left

But the sad truth is what we both knew
Is we were done
The second I got on that train to catch
My plane home

And here's where my best fiction always wins
And here's where my best fiction always wins

We could make the promises that lovers do
We could take the past and all the sad miscues
But here we are backed into a foreign dream


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