Through the Pane

Simply put I'm satisfied just to hear you speak And holding on to what you said last time, here with me I remember listening to pa*sing cars, on our backs staring at the stars And I survive by these memories, these memories of you So I'll press my face against the pane Of the window as I watch you drive away The gla*s is still stained in my bedroom Where you wrote 'I Love You' with your lipstick And once again I'm left here fighting tears away The gla*s is still stained in my bedroom Where you wrote 'I Love You' with your lipstick And once again I'm left here fighting tears away The gla*s is still stained in my bedroom Where you wrote 'I Love You' with your lipstick And once again I'm left here fighting tears away The gla*s is still stained in my bedroom Where you wrote 'I Love You' with your lipstick And once again I'm left here fighting tears away