I still remember your name

The sound of your voice

The smell of your clothes

I know that things aren't the same

But given a choice

I wish that you'd froze

Well, it's always the blame

It seems to rejoice

Whenever I'm low

I know that these are the ways

To keep out the noise

When my mind slows

So don't, don't make me come home yet

Let me steep in my regret

I've seen the ways that love can pass for hate

I still remember the pain

It follows me close

Wherever I go

I stow the feelings away

And try to compose

Whatever I show

Well, it's always the same

And everyone knows

What's written on my stone

I know that these are the days

It's starting to show

I've never quite flown

So don't, don't make me come home yet

Let me steep in my regret

I've seen the ways that love can pass for hate

I'm sick of the pain

I'm sick of the pain

I'm sick of the pain

I'm sick of the pain

I'm sick of the shame

I'm sick of the shame

I'm sick of the shame

I'm sick of the shame

I'm sick of it

So don't, don't make me come home yet

Let me steep in my regret

I've seen the ways that love can pass for hate

So don't, please don't let me forget

How I played with ill intent

I've been the reason love has passed for hate