I had you on the edge of a prayer before we fell to pieces 

Or rather, before you had the ambition to leave 

If it wasn’t for my indecisive behavior our shot wouldn’t have been wasted 

Though fate would have caught up to us eventually, but at least I’d know

While you live that coveted picket fence life, I’m learning to love each and every breath that births me into a new day. 

I couldn’t find it then but I see now that there is “Good” in “Goodbye.”