My, it seems I'm scared to write about you
I quit seeing your lights flare through my blinds around June
That is a time that I'd prefer not to reminisce on
Rats if I rewind to prettier shots, the repetitive gist will insist strong
You do what you want now
To feel cool you flaunt, wow
You did not have to move on
Far gone from righting wrongs
You won't come back
That's true and I have to deal with that
It's getting easier in fact
As long as I don't relapse into the past
Then that'll be that, yeah that'll be that
Time seems to have untied our tight seams
Might be that "Sunshine" sank our ice rink
Melting the lake where we used to skate smoothly hand in hand
Hell He shares with you too: The blame for losing what felt like the last line I'd have to cast.
