[One, two, three, four]

You leave it sentimental
The people are mementos
And memory is temporary
If every conversation lags, then why do you still stop to ask?

Down the line of sorrow, at least we have tomorrow
But yesterday came far too early, if every conversation lags, then why do you still want them back?

Pattern heartbreakers the storage of your soul
Full of everyone who said you'll never be alone
Trying hard to compensate the future with another face
You wonder could be the saving grace

You leave it sentimental
The people are mementos
And memory is slowly fading
The ones you love won't call you back, and then you wish you never left

Pattern heartbreaks in the storage of your soul
Full by everyone who said you never be alone
Trying hard to separate the future from a past mistake
Remember you be the saving grace
Remember you are the saving grace

If every conversation lags, then why do you still stop to ask?