So, here we are
once again…
trying to act like lovers
behaving like we’re barely friends
and I know ~
I know, we can’t go on like this
though somewhere in the darkness
a memory exists

of our first kiss
or tender touch
that one we’d both been longing for
so much
that slipped away
fell into disarray
and the rubble cannot recreate the past
when the future always seems to come
too fast

and, here we are
once again…
trying to get over
all those “I remember whens”
and I know ~
I know, we can’t go on like this
but somewhere down the road
we’re likely going to reminisce

on that first kiss
or tender touch
the one we’d both been longing for
so much
that slipped away
fell into disarray
and the rubble could not recreate the past
when the future always seemed to come
so fast

yesterday is a memory
tomorrow is out of our hands
and life is just what happens
while God laughs at all our plans

and…

our first kiss
or awkward touch
that one we’d both been longing for
so much
that slipped away
fell into disarray
and while the rubble cannot recreate the past
it can be filled with memories
it can be filled with memories
it can be full of pleasant memories...

that last