I'm tired of this.
But I won't call it quits.
I guess you could say I'm stubborn.
That's accurate enough.
And I know that you love her.
But I can't trust.
I can't trust how much.
I can't trust how much.

I know it's quite the imposition.
But if you had seen my condition.
I think you'd understand why I couldn't stay.
I hope I'm still your favorite song.
And even though it's been so long.
I hope I haven't faded to gray.
Faded to gray.

I see it in your eyes.
Ashes where there used to be a fire.
You know I tend to wonder.
I always want to know.
What was it that smothered your glow.

I know it's quite the imposition.
But if you had seen my condition.
I think you'd understand why I couldn't stay.
I hope I'm still your favorite song.
And even though it's been so long.
I hope I haven't faded to gray.
Faded to gray.

I keep putting words on paper.
Throwing melodies to the wind.
Maybe I could bring you back.
With the things I drew you in.
I keep putting words on paper.
Throwing melodies to the wind.
Maybe I could bring you back.
With the things I drew you in.

I know it's quite the imposition.
But if you had seen my condition.
I think you'd understand why I couldn't stay.
I hope I'm still your favorite song.
And even though it's been so long.
I hope I haven't faded to gray.
Faded to gray.