Got stash of all the things
I'll send to you
When you leave for the last time
Did you think that all the things
I said weren't true
When I thought that you were mine
So unkind all the time
You'll say you're gone half a dozen times
Though it never rang quite true
I'll carry on
While you think you're gone
But my soul still stinks of you
We'll burn the best
And all the rest
Our regrets can be the fuel
I would never tell you what to do
Did you ever think
That I could be so cruel
I don't want to but I try
Only giving what I get in turn from you
Though it makes me want to die
Want to die all the time
I would never tell you what to