This time its true
im not looking for you...
Remember that time
The bee stung your arm...
This night, it smells like summer,
winter's eve seems far away...
Word cannot express
the joys you gave us...
You sat there
All alone and confused...
Two years.
Thats a long time...
Many months have past since i last saw you;
Twenty five to be exact, but who's counting...
Thinking I'm all alone
and as if no one can understand...
Good girls don't lie,
Bad girls don't cry...
Looking out at this starless night,
realizing nothing's ever felt so un-right...
May you be, as the David of old,
Strong of heart and soul...
Would this make you happy
What if I talked about the sun shining down...