Our backs become friends,
Because as this ends,
We both look away,
And I pretend to forget,
But in fact wallow in yesterdays.
The diverging paths we face,
Look so uninviting
And in contrast
There's the comparatively enticing
Lull of your front door,
Where I've stood before.
Yeah, you kissed me in the porch,
While I put on my shoes,
Then we fumbled for a torch,
And we took in the views
Of that long walk home.
That day, back in sun drenched June,
When we watched the light become moon,
You told me it would all end soon,
But I failed to believe,
So I kissed you and we fell to our knees,
And as we came up to breathe,
I thought I'd won
But it'd only just begun.
And now I'm back to dreary October,
I hear, but don't accept, it's all over.
So as the sound of your footsteps
trail off...
I scream and I shout and I cough.
The leaves plaster the ground
And you think you heard a sound.
Yeah you did,
And it was my final bid,
"Promise this to me...
Stay Beautiful
And I'll be happy"
