all the same, all the worse

I tried to write it off as nothing

But it keeps coming back to me

Like the songs we used to sing

Maybe I could've been better

Maybe I just stayed the same

But it's all the same

All the words lead the way

So I let the moment pass like every other

Like the friends I used to call

I still think about that summer

And how I don't think much at all

I keep telling myself it fine

Just a different kind of lonely now

I guess that's growing up or something

Or maybe I just let you down