I believed in you that night.
Your maybe slightly drunken eyes,
And I won't forget how you smiled
When you were waving me goodbye.
And I thought "if a moment really lasts forever,
We'll take the streets and run off together,
Write books by rearranging letters of the few words that
We know..."
There was a spark that was there that maybe failed to
Ignite,
Well I saw it in your eyes.
Though in context it might have had a different meaning,
I made a pact with myself one time to live with foot in
The grave,
And I'm not given up on that dream.
If nothing's meant to last,
Then I refuse to apologize for passion...
That's giving up, and that seems so... ugh.
