It's Not True - William Fitzsimmons

Should I decide it's true 
that you would leave if given half the chance to go and 
I'd be left here on my own 
to find myself in bed 
wishing everything that changed would be the same 

the room still looks like you 
it's a mess and all the pictures on the shelf are 
dusted off by someone else 
to keep me company 
I haven't told her that your thought still lingers on 

everyday's another chance to bury my regret 
everyday's another chance to make it but I can't 
but I can't 

I saw you on my phone 
on a contact list that isn't up to date 
would have changed it with more time 
that I require to 
rid my mind of all the freckles on your face 

and reconcile to what? 
the ring I bought you is buried deep within the ground 
behind the swing where we first met 
and memory only serves 
to remind of all the bruises you forgave 

should I decide it's true 
that you'd return if given half the chance to come.... 

but it's not true