For everything we've lost, I'm sorry. I remember that you used to like this band a lot. I don't know if you still like it and I don't know if you still remember me or I'm just a distant memory now. I want to talk, but you seem to hate me and I don't have the guts. Sometimes when I saw you I thought of just waltzing right up and we're gonna be okay again. But that never did happen. Maybe never will. But I can never stop believing we're gonna be fine someday. Maybe it will not be the same, but it's worth than nothing. I'm sorry.