My darling said, 'Don't you fade away yet It's not over so let's not pretend.' We were only 17 Looking out on everything playing back on Ian's TV screen On holidays I'll see you with friends For maybe just a little bit, and I'll try to look back this time And then I'll try not to call you mine Just up the street Right across from Cath & Steve We would sneak out late at night Riding circles on our bikes On holidays I'll see what we had I'll seek it out and come up bare and now I'll try not to hurt this time And I'll try to come back for a while I get it right, but just a little bit wrong I take my time, but just a little too long for you I get it right, but just a little bit wrong I take my time, but just a little too long for you Doesn't it fall into the night You don't have to hold me, no Call up every time you just want to talk — I don't want to listen; I just want to walk it off I don't want to see you posting pictures with your friends Doing all the things we used to, doing them again It's like we never happened can you tell me now, was it all an act? I go into the ring; a boxer with emotions on my sleeve I don't really care if I lose or win I just want to fight; I just want to get through I just want to take you down I didn't mean to say this, didn't mean to wear it out But when I'd try to tell you I'd just trip over myself 'We never were the same since we parted ways at Bell Station' You were my columbine, I was just falling And I'll try My darlin' said, 'don't you fade away yet, It's not over so let's not pretend' And I'll try You were my columbine; I was just falling I'll come back to stand in your light