she will be better
this time next week
time enough to meet another boy
she will be bitter though
this time next year
when life has spun a round
and I'm still buried here
I fear she won't forgive me
even worse, won't forget me
and that is all I want for her

pretty eyes and fragile ego
latching on like a disease
that knows the cure's around the corner
but will not admit it has to leave
and some things have been wrong
I admit I haven't been okay
though I've lied to make you stay

in the past
that was the past
just yesterday
a year ago
three years ago
I remember where I was
yesterday