Maybe someday we can talk about our past
and we can talk about the weather.
Whenever you leave I
don’t care what I’m remembered
for,
I just want to be
remembered.
Because even if I failed you at
least I tried,
And maybe our lives don’t
add up now but someday our graves will look the same when we both
die.
And if I had a chance I’d
give you one last kiss and I’d bite down on your
lip
And I’d try to puncture
it so you’ll never forget that time,
But you’ll always
regret.
And darling I know sometimes
life will take a turn for the worst,
And sometimes life will even
hurt.
And I know some days, some days
you’ll be afraid of the lessons you’ll have to
learn
And some days you’ll even
feel burned,
And I want to let you know that
I want to love you through them.
But I always get what I
deserve.
~
