Seven-eighty

I still don't want to play your game
you said the thrill has been lost
and can't be regained
you said you'd rather watch the rain
than think of me
cause it makes you feel so free
We'll walk past the memories
i will wave as you turn away
if i was talking to you
and not writing this
maybe i could show you something
you haven't seen
My lips would fight my mind
i'd say things at the right time
i'd still wait for you
if that's what it took
We could run into the future
without a second look
you said you'd rather chase the wind
than think of me
cause you need room to breathe.