Gone for good but not for nothing
All of this remains uncertain
I could not rely on someone else

Quality or quantity
Misery loves company
I don't want to be all by myself

And there's a special kind of irony
In who I am, and who I want to be

And there's a silence in the atmosphere
We should replicate and disappear

Words are left for me to find
All the scenes we left behind
I could never do that to myself

Prophecies we made and when
All a sudden she was in my head

Promises we made and then
All a sudden she was in my bed

Prophecies we made and when
All a sudden she was in my head

Promises we made and then
All a sudden she was in my bed

Gone for good but not for nothing
All of this remains uncertain
I don't want to be all by myself