Touchy Subject

I have this dream, one reoccurring theme, that I try to ignore
A decade away we meet in a grocery store
And you look the same, with just a few greys, a blonde little girl who tugs on your shirt
And she looks nothing like me

‘Cause it’s been a while and she has your smile and I don’t look back after I turn the aisle
I’m stood by the parking, when I taste my heart beat, drop to my knees and wake up

I couldn’t wish congratulations, ’cause I choke on the words when I say ’em
I’m afraid it’s not a dream
That it’s so bitter sweet
Cause I’m happy we met, but I'm glad she was next
Now I’m nothing but a touchy subject, it’s for the best

I have this theory, off and on years would slow and finally end And you’ve settled down, and now it’s permanent
And now you don’t call or miss me at all
I finally patched up thе holes in the wall
I guess it’s nothing really

‘Cause it’s been a while and golds not my style but, she pulls it off ’cause i’m not versatile
I’m stood by the garden, ’til death do you part and I can’t speak so I hold my peace

I couldn’t wish congratulations, ’cause I choke on the words when I say ’em
I’m afraid it’s not a dream, that it’s so bittersweet ‘cause I’m happy we met
But I'm glad she was next, now I’m nothing but a touchy subject
It’s for the best

The white baby gate fixed in my hallway stays haunting the house with the angels we made
It wasn’t our time, at least wasn’t mine, but I but if souls return then tell them I said "hi"

I couldn’t wish congratulations, ’cause I choke on my words when I say ’em
I’m afraid it’s not a dream, that it’s so bittersweet ‘cause I'm happy we met, but I’m glad she was next
Now I’m nothing but a touchy subject
It’s for the best

I’m happy we met, but I’m glad she was next, now I’m nothing but a touchy subject

It’s for the best