Go Away

Every time I close my eyes I picture you

And every time I see your face I think of all the things we'd do

If we were running through this city in the middle of June

We'd be laying in the park on a Sunday afternoon

But you're not here

And I'm not there

I didn't think I'd ever see you anymore anywhere

And the seasons change

But the truth remains

That you can say goodbye but you'll never get rid of the stains