They were dancing a waltz to no song,
she counted the steps,
one, two, three, four,
he tripped once before,
kept trying but wasn't enough,
it didn't have to be perfect,
they just had to endure,
one, two, three, four,
he ended giving up,
it was time to let go,
but she kept on counting,
one, two, three, four,
and then she was dancing alone,
a waltz to no song.

It's new,
for me and for you,
I'm glad I'm not like them at all,
I think you're glad too.

He set my soul on fire,
and I didn't want it to stop,
just let it consume all I've got.

He saw the light turn off,
what he once knew wasn't there anymore,
and it's funny how a memory,
or a ghost keeps hunting you down.

And there are times you don't want to talk,
not because you haven't moved on,
but because you remember who you were,
and you're not proud,
and you're not her anymore.

I wanted to kiss you,
that night in the rain,
walking to the car,
trying to share the tiniest umbrella.

I wanted to kiss you back then,
when I had no license to do so,
when it didn't even cross your mind.

I wanted to kiss you so badly I bit my lip,
and asked you about her,
heard you talk all the way home,
and it was better than nothing at all.

What kind of person walks right into a bomb?
A person who has never won nor lost,
one with no previous wounds
or memories that prevent them from stepping in.

Someone like me.

I feel his lips on mine now,
get to carry him with me,
I feel lucky.