Oh, Boy

Why’d you have to go?
Why couldn’t you stay?
I won’t know how it was

What if we hadn’t spoke?
Supposing now I won’t know how you cope

And I'm thinking of the times we had
And I'm drinking all the wine you left

My floor plan in the snow
My doorman in the rain
Oh boy, I think we’re lost

It’s fine, you weren’t to know
That I broke down when I found out you’d gone

And I'm thinking of the times we had
And I'm tripping over my shorthand

It was fiction the whole time, you said
But I'm just thinking of the times we had