Some love songs never end, and some promises are meant to be broken
For over six years, I’ve respected Evangeline’s wishes,
Kept my last promise to her and stayed far away.
I’ve learned to live without my missing piece,
Grown used to the ache of my broken heart.
All while I’ve worked to become the man she always deserved
Even if I never have a chance to show her.
But my distance was dependent on her happiness,
On the conviction that not only did she not want me,
She didn’t need me.
Now her star is fading right before my eyes
And that conviction is smoke.
I’m done playing dead.
I’m still the only one she can’t hide from.
The only one who can read her music.
All I have to do is help her remember
We’re a perfect song, matched note for note.
