I spoke too soon, it seems, for you made a home in my dreams.
While I slept you kept running yourself through my head,
Like, “I won’t be dead yet.” I said, “You don’t understand.
We had no control. They stole it; love’s been so unfair to me.”
“This time I choose to let her go.
I will not let my fear become the only world I’ve ever known.
I know my heart, kiss my mouth, set me free – I’ve wounds to mend.
And we’ll be more than friends, my dear;
I fear I’ve changed my mind again.”
Then Again, Maybe You Were Right – La Dispute