This Is Not A Song

If Penny roams away, I will have lost everything In many subtle ways, I already don't have anything I hate to watch you go, oh Nick, if you ever learn, it never shows And this is not a song So why do I find it so hard to move on? Feels a crime to be crying for this long In upper atmosphere, my head comes loose And in the freefall, I can feel the blues I hate to watch you go, oh Nick, if you ever learn, it never shows If this is just a song Then why do I find it so hard to move on? Feels a crime to be crying for this long