What if this is my last song? Even though I’ll still be around. Even though I’m still alive. The part of me that mattered has died.
What if this is our last kiss? Even though you’re touching my lips. Even though we’re closing our eyes. The part of us that meant it has died.
No one does it for you, and they’re not gonna call you.
What if this is our goodbye? Even though you’ll see me again. You can look and I will be there. But nothing else is.
Get up, shut up and move because no one does it for you. Put down your hand, don’t ask because they’re not gonna call you.
But that’s OK - you’ve got something to say.