My darling said, 'Don't you fade away yet
It's not over so let's not pretend.'
We were only 17
Looking out on everything playing back on Ian's TV screen
On holidays I'll see you with friends
For maybe just a little bit, and
I'll try to look back this time
And then I'll try not to call you mine
Just up the street
Right across from Cath & Steve
We would sneak out late at night
Riding circles on our bikes
On holidays I'll see what we had
I'll seek it out and come up bare and now
I'll try not to hurt this time
And I'll try to come back for a while
I get it right, but just a little bit wrong
I take my time, but just a little too long for you
I get it right, but just a little bit wrong
I take my time, but just a little too long for you
Doesn't it fall into the night
You don't have to hold me, no
Call up every time you just want to talk —
I don't want to listen; I just want to walk it off
I don't want to see you posting pictures with your friends
Doing all the things we used to, doing them again
It's like we never happened can you tell me now, was it all an act?
I go into the ring; a boxer with emotions on my sleeve
I don't really care if I lose or win
I just want to fight; I just want to get through
I just want to take you down
I didn't mean to say this, didn't mean to wear it out
But when I'd try to tell you I'd just trip over myself
'We never were the same since we parted ways at Bell Station'
You were my columbine, I was just falling
And I'll try
My darlin' said, 'don't you fade away yet,
It's not over so let's not pretend'
And I'll try
You were my columbine; I was just falling
I'll come back to stand in your light