Imprinted in my footsteps
And when I put my foot down here
It's been a year but lately
I guess I always thought you'd
The pieces of your postcard
Now nothing more than in stallation art
An homage to the detachment
When really, I think I fell apart
And my inclination always
So maybe, I could be less angry
Now that I've forgotten the
way you used to look at me
And you will forget me in new places
And I'll put things in boxes
Do you think that I could make it better
If I promised to love you forever
Do you think that I could make it better
If I promised to love you forever
Do you think that I could make it better?
If I promised to love you forever
Do you think that I could make it better?
If I promised to love you forever
