Behold the words of the great Ben Folds

[emalinetn]

Sentimental Guy

There's a moment in my mind
I scribbled and erased a thousand times
Like a letter never written or sent
These conversations with the dead
I used to be a sentimental guy
Now I'm haunted by the left unsaid
I never thought so much could change

Little things you said or did
Are part of me
Come out from time to time
Though probably no one I know now
Would notice
But I never thought so much could change

You drifted far away
Far away it seems
Time has stopped
The clock keeps going

People talking
And I'm watching
As flashes of their faces go black and white
And fade to yellow
In a box in an attic
And I never thought so much would change
Now I don't miss anyone
I don't miss anything
What a shame
I used to be a sentimental guy