Christmas In Toronto

The flight back to Atlanta is usually the best But only when I don't have to leave you alone in this bed I gather my things and lay a kiss on your forehead Then I start to believe that my heart still beats in my chest When I know that it doesn't, when you know I feel nothing When everyone around except you wasn't judging And what hurts me the most is that you couldn't be trusted And the world will turn with men like you who won't do it justice, but You made me see this world in New colors, a new lens And I'll fade back to black in the end But when I'm alone tonight, baby, I won't have to pretend We spent Christmas in Toronto, woke to the most handsome face Made memories no Audemar Piguet cannot replace And it was sweet, but leaves the most bitter taste Met your mother, she has the sweetest embrace But wouldn't it be nice if I could Put my feelings aside? Wouldn't it be nice If I hadn't let you eat me alive? And you can say that you don't miss me, but I won't listen Because I always find myself reminiscing You say that you don't want this, what do you want then? 'Cause we done been around the sun, and you and I still on the run You made me see this world in New colors, a new lens And I'll fade back to black in the end But when I'm alone tonight, baby, I won't have to pretend We spent Christmas in Toronto, woke to the most handsome face Made memories no Audemar Piguet cannot replace And it was sweet, but leaves the most bitter taste Met your mother, she has the sweetest embrace Wouldn't it be nice if we could both Share a piece? Then we'd be whole Sometimes, these feet get cold Could use a hand for me to hold 'Cause all I know is we're better together, thick or thin And I'm sold, I'm down for whatever Because if this world were mine, let our worlds combine Then we could be leaders for boys and girls alike And you made me see this world in New colors, a new lens And I'll fade back to black in the end But when I'm alone, love We spent Christmas in Toronto, woke to the most handsome face Made memories no Audemar Piguet cannot replace And it was sweet, but leaves the most bitter taste Met your mother, she has the sweetest embrace