Dropping out and dropping in

Stopping now and then to talk

And briefly draw me in

I saw you around

But we only barely touched

Seems like I just met you

And you were moving on

And I never really knew you at all

I never really knew you at all

 

Now to all my friends and enemies

And I know you're there looking at me

Take a look inside and see

Find out why I'm not free

It bothers me the most

And there is no way to win

The phrase that weighs the heaviest

Is always "Might Have Been"

 

You should have said something in advance

The thing that hurts most is the missing chance

There's a thing about time... it slips away

There's a thing about time... it slips away

There's a thing about time... there's none left but today

 

But of all that I have learned

From my life and from your death

There is only one thing

Hanging over all the rest

It bothers me the most and there is no way to win

The phrase that weighs the heaviest

Is always, "Might Have Been"