maybe six months ago, if i remember right
i saw you standing outside of a door smoking marlboro light
and i was so nervous that i slurred a question to your enquiring eyes
and you went on to let me in the door
that was the start of it all, that was the start of never
i never thought you could stay, or be amazed at an airport
on a runway to your final destiny
i neglected chance form or function
to dream of being to your side
maybe four months ago, if i remember right
the words were flowing from our pens
and we couldn't wait for our mailbox to light up
our voices to ring over the air of blocs away
and that was when i should've just took you in my arms
held you strong and tight. and called all demons of hope.
because i couldn't change what was too close to me
you had the most complete take on all my sight
it would be difficult for me to wake up
without having either you or your smell
on my mind from the night before
and that was when i was so sure
that i should've said you were all that mattered and all that was needed
but i was dumb and laid out wrong, but who the hell doesn't make mistakes
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