Gone

I, I'm outside of your house
 I'm tryna catch my, breath
 But I'm kinda freakin' out
 (But I'm kinda freakin' out)
 I've got your old boots, in the backseat of my car
 And that tattoo, of your initials on my arm
 And they're both used, worn and weathered like my heart
 We stop 'n' we start again
 What if I said I didn't think about you?
 What if I told you that the feelin's gone?
 Would you come back to me anyways?
 Now I'm lyin' on the floor
 Just starin' at the screen
 Where I've gotten on the stored
 I've erased it twice before
 It's like a bad song, playin' over in my head
 Off those records, still in a box under your bed
 It's so hard, when we break before we bend
 We stop 'n' we start again
 What if I said I didn't think about you?
 What if I told you that the feelin's gone?
 Would you come back to me anyways?