Short

Here's a little story 'bout regret
 Doesn't have an ending, it's not finished yet
 But from what I know this far, it's just a peep at who we are
 And an incomplete sentence that you said
 Now it's time to terminate our trust
 Even though to you and me, it doesn't matter much
 We can close our eyes and picture better days ahead
 Even now the phone begins to ring
 And our life hangs on a string
 And today, we start to learn just what that means
 And somehow, we're faced with the fact
 That you won't ever get this back
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 This story's short just like I said
 Can't seem to get it through my thick head
 Started out with hope and now the ending is suppressed
 Smothered like a fire in your dreams
 Or will we burn for you tomorrow in your dreams
 Or will we pass out in the airport like a freak upon your seat
 Some freak upon your seat