Short - Lambchop

Here’s a little story ‘bout regret 
Doesn’t have an ending, it’s not finished yet 
But from what I know this far it’s just a peep at who 
we are 
And an incomplete sentence that you said 

Now it’s time to terminate our trust 
Even though to you and me it doesn’t matter much 
We can close our eyes and picture better days ahead 
Even now the phone begins to ring 

And our life hangs on a string 
And today we start to learn just what that means 
And somehow we’re faced with the fact 
That you won’t ever get this back 

This story’s short just like I said 
Can’t seem to get it through my thick head 
Started out with hope and now the ending is 
suppressed 
Smothered like a fire in your dreams 

Or will we burn for you tomorrow in your dreams 
Or will we pass out in the airport like a freak upon 
your seat 
Some freak upon your seat