I heard the words come out of my mouth
And i watched your face fall
You turned from me to the window of the train
And you wouldn't say anything at all
The stations passed us by
And you still wouldn't look me in the eye
This is regret
This is the 7: 10 train into san francisco
The conductor opens the door
And i don't have a boyfriend anymore
Writer(s): Luke Pritchard, Hugh Murray Harris, Paul James Garred, Max Clarke Rafferty
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