You felt like the first sip of champagne on a Sunday morning
Real crisp like
The first paint stroke on a blank canvas you felt like
Art
So let me know
Did you make it to your destination
When everything went downhill
Cause I’m in the same spot that you left me
Listening to mix tapes with mixed feelings
On the first verse of the last song
I hit replay
When you move
I hit replay
I move
And hit replay
You drew me close
And then asked for space when
I wanted to give you the galaxy
Now distance
Doesn’t seem so far fetched
I don’t want to give up on the vision
So I’ll paint you in a poem
Picture perfect
Maybe here we’ll last