The Way That It Wasn’t Lyrics by Thelma & James
Should’ve been us at the cafe, the corner of 6th
Watching the rain and the time and the coffee drip
There’s a song in the background that you’re steady humming
Damn it, I miss the way that it wasn’t
There’s a house on the east side, right north of the river
With white painted walls that ain’t holding our pictures
Could’ve made it our own, yeah, it would’ve been something
Damn it, I miss the way that it wasn’t
So I sleep with the memories left on the table
And I drink with the ghost of what could’ve been
I rewrite the future like some sort of fable
And it cuts me open again and again
And it still keeps me up, ain’t a night that it doesn’t
Damn it, I miss the way that it wasn’t
There’s wine we won’t drink from a cheap plastic cup
And songs we won’t sing at the top of our lungs
And stars we won’t see and there’s years we won’t touch
We didn’t make it that far so I’m dreaming it up
So I sleep with the memories left on the table
And I drink with the ghost of what could’ve been
I rewrite the future like some sort of fable
And it cuts me open again and again
And it still keeps me up, ain’t a night that it doesn’t
Damn it, I miss the way that it wasn’t
‘Cause I sleep with the memories left on the table
And I drink with the ghost of what could’ve been
I rewrite the future like some sort of fable
And it cuts me open again and again
And it still keeps me up, ain’t a night that it doesn’t
Damn it, I miss the way that it wasn’t
Damn it, I miss the way that it wasn’t
