Oh, you had littered your clothes
Across the floor where we last met
Like a trail of things we never said—
But what have we ever said?
Still, it was 1998
And we had plenty of time to reconcile
But I was more concerned with what came next
Then I was of forgiving you

But you had not forgiven me
And you would not allow your teenage heart
Time to mend or time away
Oh, what an ugly sight it was to see!

So you told them all about me—
And all the things I hadn't done
And the little white lies that birthed from your mouth
Turned into such an avalanche

Then your voice became so small
Or everyone else's grew large
But it was far too late
To pull the words back

They were gone
They were gone
They were gone
They were gone
So no one will hear you scream
"No one will love you like I do..."
"No one will love you like I do..."