Here's to second chances
and late night silly dances
under a cloudy rainy sky
Here's to wishing the hands of time
could just turn back
to when I believed story books and Fairy tales
could magically come alive.
Here's to our imperfections
and the fights we sometimes shared
petty and insecure intentions
miscomminications in the wires
but they still don't compare.
Here's to the memories and the laughter
the smiles etched in pictures on the wall
to hearts left open
and bonds that weren't severed
to late night phone calls.
Here's to the lyrics that can capture
all the words I can't speak again
Here's to Backstreet Boys. the Temper Trap
Motion City reminding me:
"All this time and everything's changed but I still feel the same"
over and over in my head.
Here's to piecing back together
what I mistakenly seemed to tear apart
to picking up and balancing life
while I pretend and keep my mouth quiet
about my still restless beating heart.
