you used to think that you could hold me,
but three hundred miles told me that this could simply never be.
i don't know how i can say this.
i've never been one to explain things quite as they should be.

it's not too hard to say i'm sorry.
it's just to hard to say that i am wrong.

i'll have to make this up to you.
i'm going back on every word that i said.
tell me the truth, is this what you had always wanted?

i can't forget how much you want this
and can't forget that first kiss that we had standing in the hall.
and after all this you still want me when i know that i can't be faithful to you, no.