Lets remember what we had-

It's like that candle in my room.
as ready as a flower to bloom.
A remedy we wrote to sail away.
Back to the days where we'd just play.

A simple thing never needed a ring.
this casual affair was just like pickin'pears.
But now i sit under the skies
and all i can picture are your eyes.

And although it sounds un-happy and Grey
I kind of like it better this way.
if we never began,
i would never long for the touch of your hands*