if i had known, back then, that falling out of love was easier than falling in,
i would've held your hand so tight your fingers would've turned blue.
if i had known that the it was the last hug you'd give me,
i would of held on forever, never letting go.
not even when we were old and sour like milk that has been left out on the counter.
if i had known that the last goodbye you said wasn't just goodbye
it was goodbye
i wouldn't of been so eager to go home.
