Towers - For What Will Never Be

Bug bites and fireflies
On my skin
A summer steeped in heartache
And adolescent sin
You were the best of me
And I was the worst
I turned from a blessing
Into a curse
I did my best to make things better for you
But leaving my love was the most that I could do
Well I'm sorry
So sorry
When a sumer breeze brushes your cheek
Will you think of me
The man with doubt in hand
That he could be who he needed to be
Someone who could stand stone strong and know
What he wanted to do
Cause love was never a game to be
Practiced on you
I did my best to make things better for you
But leaving my love was the most that I could do
Well I'm sorry
So sorry