William Fitzsimmons

I burned every single letter after your phone call
And I returned every sweater you bought me from the mall
And the tattered pictures I've kept deep inside my wall
Let me know that I might not be over you at all
I was lost when I first met you looking for a chair
But the smile brought me closer couldn't break my stare
But I only had one night to keep you for myself
But you were made for something better, bigger than my hell
I will never let you go
I will never let you go
If you get away but find me standing there