Mine

I haven't had a grip on reality in years I've spent too much time wiping my tears Head resting on windowsill Trying to find out where the thrill has gone Long gone And I've met Many faces and been to many destinations since when you're hands used to hold mine Your skin so close to me, I could've sworn it was my own And I still hear your voice all the time When I think about the days that you were mine Sometimes I think about January Dark green sweater and baby blue jeans Cold noses in the frosty air Both stuck up, refusing to back down Way down And I've met Many faces and been to many destinations since when you're hands used to hold mine Your skin so close to me, I could've sworn it was my own And I still hear your voice all the time When I think about the days that you were mine I wrote a letter and put the postage on the corner But I never heard from you again You were so close to me, I could've sworn you were my own And in my head I wonder all the time If I had spoken up and you had stayed around Would you still be mine