Forlorn

Darling, you've grown tired of me
When I catch your eye
It's all that I can see
Now I hear every word you say
But I can't see where you are

One day, when we've both settled down
We may meet again
In some long forgotten town
Gone, the years of wandering around
And finally ascend that future seat
We'll make ends meet
As long as there's an end
An answer can be hard to figure out
The fine print's meant to blur your eyes
But one thing will always remain clear
I'm not here, and you were meant for me

Someday we'll take that future seat
We'll make ends meet
As long as there's an end
An answer can be hard to figure out

The bright light's meant to burn your eyes
But one thing will always remain clear
I'm not here, and you weren't meant for me

You weren't meant for me
You weren't meant for me