Yeah, I got regrets
But they'd never measure up to the heavy hole you'd leave
Oh, if you left
I know I'd spend my life just chasin' memories
Tracin' back our steps
Tryna find our way
When it never ends
Turnin' to withered leaves
Lyin' in our beds
My head is miles ahead
I'm skippin' to the end, oh
I think I would lose my mind
If I would ever lose you
I'd leave my heart behind
If I would ever lose you
Nothin' in my chest, just take it
All the breath in my lungs just wasted
'Cause I think I would lose my mind
If I would ever lose you
If I would ever lose you
If I would ever lose you
I'd be alone in the grey
Lost in the days of heartbreak if I ever let you go
What can I say?
Without you, I'm just a shade of someone I used to know
Tracin' back our steps
Tryna find our way
When it never ends
Turnin' to withered leaves
Lyin' in our beds
My head is miles ahead
I'm skippin' to the end, oh
I think I would lose my mind
If I would ever lose you
I'd leave my heart behind
If I would ever lose you
Nothin' in my chest, just take it
All the breath in my lungs just wasted
'Cause I think I would lose my mind
If I would ever lose you
If I would ever lose you
If I would ever lose you
(Don't wanna lose you, baby)
If I would ever lose you
(Don't wanna lose you, baby)
If I would ever lose you
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