[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?