I'm somewhere in Brooklyn, think what could've been
What city you in? (Oh)
I don't wanna call you, then I wanna call you
I miss the old you (Oh)
I think of a message to send
My phone is at seven percent
But when I go to try to reach you
I never can get through
I was the problem, self sabotaging
You had no option (Oh)
You had to go, when you had to go
And I couldn't stop it (Oh)
I was not willing to bend
You said it again and again
You need a heart that better fits you

So you changed your world
You changed your hair and the clothes you wear
And your pillow's side
You changed your number and got some friends
That I don't recognize
But I wonder sometimes
Is it too late to try?
If I change
Would you change your mind?