Texty: Return To Arms. Memory.

Late at night at my apartment She's in love and I'm dying She says she's afraid to be alone It's not that she knew me back when As I recall we weren't best friends As time goes on her face becomes a memory And all the thoughts she keeps inside And all the wrongs you've made them right And all the thoughts they're gone, they've all faded away I want you and no one else And after all this time I feel the same Late at night at my apartment I'm going through all of these pictures of you I can't find the face to fit this memory It's not that I really have changed It's just that I've been erased If all it takes is time then I'll never be the same