fate fell short this time.

This place was never the same again after you came and went. How can you say you meant anything different to anyone? Standing alone on the street with a cigarette on the first night we met.
Look to the past and remember and smile and maybe tonight I can breathe for awhile. I'm not in the scene. I think I'm fallin' asleep but then all that it means is I'll always be dreaming of you.