2 hands 1 cable 1 wakeboard.

well youre the closest thing I have
to bring up in a conversation
about a love that didnt last
but I could never call you mine
cause I could never call myself yours
and if we were really meant to be
well then we justify destiny
its not that our love died
just never really bloomed
well I cant let go
no, I cant let go of you
youre holding me back without even trying to.
i cant let go
i cant move on from the past
without lifting a finger youre holding me back.
and then we saw our paths diverge
and I guess I felt OK about it.
until you got with another man,
and then I couldnt understand
why it bothered me so.
how we didnt die we just
never had a chance to grow.
without lifting a finger youre holding me back.
and it might not make much sense
to you or any of my friends
though somehow still you affect theThings I do.
and you cant lose what you never had
i dont understand why I feel sad
every time I see you out with someone new.