Stale breath and morning sex

Laying on the other side of your bed

Just one more second

Before we

Take a walk and dance around the subject

Like we’re not in love yet

Just playing with the concept

But there’s the postcard on my dresser from the day we spent together

There’s the ticket from the portrait gallery

And there’s the bottle cap from dinner, and the note left on my mirror

It’s so funny that I kept them all in case

But now, all that I’m left with

A shelf full of remnants

The relics of everything we almost could have been

Something so precious

Know that I meant it

When I said I’d never felt like this before

And I could wait a couple years

For you to leave then reappear

And tell me that I never left your mind

But now, all that I’m left with

A shelf full of remnants

The relics of everything we almost could have been

I listen to you talk about your passions

Such a perfect match but

I just can’t compete with what you live and breathe

Accept that though you’re heavy hearted

You would have if you wanted

Found a way

To try to make the time for me

The postcard on your dresser from the day we spent together

The ticket from the time we missed the train

And there’s the voice notes and the pictures, I was right there at your fingers

You can leave me here but not without a trace

But now, all that I’m left with

A shelf full of remnants

The relics of everything we almost could have been

Something so precious

Know that I meant it

When I said I’d never felt like this before

And I could wait a couple years

For you to leave then reappear

And tell me that I’d never left your mind

But now, all that I’m left with

A shelf full of remnants

The relics of everything we almost could have been

Ooooh, ooooh

Ooooh, ooooh

Everything we almost could have been

Ooooh, ooooh

Ooooh, ooooh

But now, all that I’m left with

A shelf full of remnants

The relics of everything we almost could have been