Ben Folds Five

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

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 talkin' and I'm watching

As flashes of their faces go black and white

And fade to yellow in a box in an attic

But I never thought so much

Could change, now I don't miss anyone

I don't miss anything

What a shame cause I used to be a sentimental guy