What can I say? What can I say?
Hold onto this hand, I'm trying, as this fuchsia sun is setting on euphoria. I shatter. And I drive around town; I miss her.
What can I say? What can I say?
She says, "you look pale, do you feel okay?" Feels like forever since last May. The day can't hold my heart, it's swelling. And my words can't hold thoughts, no telling.

It's just one more day in here hiding from the world and confiding in tears streaming straight out of your eyes, and as you're wiping those mascara lines, I feel distant and plagued with visions of you and I trapped in this desolence.
And life just won't wait.
And life won't wait on us.
What can I say? What can I say? What can I say? This damn world won't wait.