Chasing you as your train pulls away from the station
Catch your tears in a vile to wear around my neck
Or maybe, kiss you softly on your cheek
Watch you walk out that door for the last time
The pen's ready to write your last good-bye
But if I'm honest I have to say
I'm not ready to write you out of my story
I'm not ready to write you out of my story, yet
Fingers stained black tracing our story line
Looking for foreshadowing to inform the ending I can't find
That deserves to be filled with bittersweet irony
The end of you and me
Paper cuts from pouring through these pages
But if I'm honest, that's not why I find it hard to write today
I'm not ready to write you out of my story
I'm not ready to write you out of my story, yet
How could you leave
Without making a final scene
Leaving it up to me?
I'm not ready to write you out of my story
I'm not ready to write you out of my story, yet