It's funny how goodbye's the hardest thing to say
Until you start and then it just come pouring out
Lately I've been wondering how to go about
Starting
Is it too late to
Try and work it out
To pick up the broken pieces
To just start over again
Parting is such sweet sorrow I'm intoxicated
Drunk on all the good times misremembering
How it is and how it could be
As it goes, more fool me
Is it too late to
Try and work it out
To pick up the broken pieces
To just start over again
Every once in a while
A smell or a sight will take me back in time
To three in the morning talks
About how we'd never give up on us
Because it's too late to
Try and work it out
To pick up the broken pieces
To just start over