I laughed today.
I spoke to myself and said, okay,
wasn't it good? Wasn't it great?
So why am I still crying?
Oh, what a foolish thing to do.
But I can't forget
the day after you.
You walked away.
I told myself to smile and say,
"What can you do? That's how it goes."
But what's the sense in lying
when deep inside you know it's untrue?
'Cause it feels so bad
the day after you.
But if I could, I'd do it all again.
I'd call and say, "Please be with me."
Then you'd arrive
and I would come alive with love
and feelings of...I can't explain...
because of how the story ends.
Since you have gone, I've watched
the nights turn into dawn,
stars in the clouds, faces in crowds.
But endings are beginnings
and memories will never come true.
But for now they'll do,
the day after you.
But endings are beginnings
and memories will never come true.
But for now they'll do,
the day after you.