Telling Me Goodbye

On the morning of

A day I should love

And the start of the Spring

Now my day was snowed in

So I rushed you off the phone

How should I have known

It's the last I'll hear your voice

Telling me goodbye

Pulling a blanket up to cover everyone

All shut out, I was wrapped up in myself

And my guilt

Now I'm not holding on, but I can't let go

Wish my guilt could sit up on a shelf, by itself

While I'll rush you off the phone

How would I have known

It's the last I'll hear your voice

Telling me goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Never say goodbye

I never should have let you down

How am I going to let this go

Oh no