Nothing At All

Nothing At All This trembling hand of me-Is pulling from your jar of memories-This one’s from when we last spoke-You told me you had found your flame, my life was up in smoke-When you said-When you said-That it was nothing at all-Your memories are following me home, I don't know-If it was nothing at all-Why are your memories following me home-I don't know, I’m asking you-If there was ever a day that I regret-I still know it hasn't come yet-And when you are gone, I'm not so whole-How could I ever let you go-When you said-When you said-If it was nothing at all-I’m asking you.