Telling Me Goodbye

On the morning of
A day I should love
And the start of the Spring
Now my day was snowed in

So I rushed you off the phone
How should I have known
It's the last I'll hear your voice
Telling me goodbye

Pulling a blanket up to cover everyone
All shut out, I was wrapped up in myself
And my guilt

Now I'm not holding on, but I can't let go
Wish my guilt could sit up on a shelf, by itself

While I'll rush you off the phone
How would I have known
It's the last I'll hear your voice
Telling me goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Never say goodbye

I never should have let you down
How am I going to let this go
Oh no