When you say goodbye Could you say it Like it's the last time Or would that make you cry? So you hold it On the inside And write it down Cause you can't Make a sound Like traces to be found Some are cardstock With embossed letters Some have tears Where holes were meant to bind And some are just flash paper With words so quickly penned Burned never to be read ever again Burned never to be read ever again Burned never to be read ever again If I could hear you Speak those lines Instead of sayin' That you're fine Would that make you cry? So you keep it On the inside You write it down Cause you can't Make a sound Like traces To be found In a cigar box With notes and letters And little things You'd usually pay no mind Simple words mean more Than all the syllables combined Like I love you And I'll miss you too Like I love you And I'll miss you too