This feeling nags,
tugs at my heart strings,
Composing a sad song.

Dear love,
first love,
where did we go wrong?

I saw myself in white,
I saw you by my side,
the only place you belong.

Now love,
first love,
you are long gone.

I miss your eyes,
how they shined,
they've been gone so long.

Dear love,
first love,
where did we go wrong?

Was it how you forgot to love me?
Was it my betrayal before you left me?
I thought our love was lifelong.

Now love,
first love,
You are long gone.

But love,
first love,
your memory lives on.

I thought about you today,
fifteen,
sitting on my couch,
my parent's couch,
when they were not home,
when we were alone.

I thought about the little details,
the ones you remembered from that day,
the picture on the wall,
the color of my sister's jacket,
the name of my dog,
how you wanted to hold my hand.

It's been almost ten years
and all I remember is regret,
regret for not kissing you on the boat,
regret for never telling you how I felt,
regret for letting her be your first kiss,
regret for my naivety at fifteen.

There you were (with her)
and there I was.
I didn't expect seeing you (with her)
would have this effect on me.

As you introduced your friends
I stood aside and watched them smile.

As you walked past me (with her)
you didn't stop to say hello.
Would it have been awkward (with her)
to acknowledge an old friend?

As the night came to an end
I realized it would never be the same again.

Because seeing you (with her)
brought back all these emotions.
So, tonight when you fall asleep (with her)
think of me falling into bed alone.

Oh, those eyes,
they taunt, they tease.
Oh, those eyes.

Blue, gray, green.
Oh, those eyes,
change with the light.

Oh, those eyes,
they glance, they glow.
oh, those eyes.

Don't look at me.
Oh, those eyes,
always find me.

Oh, those eyes.

Call it a premonition,
this seething in my bones,
your presence is a violation.

Once my addiction,
ears ringing like telephones,
call it a premonition.

Now a sudden mutation,
DNA sequence unknown,
your presence is a violation.

Seeking a destination,
wandering through fields overgrown,
call it a premonition.

Looking for peaceful fixation,
never really being alone,
your presence is a violation.

Needing redemption,
going back to you I am prone.
Call it a premonition,
your presence is a violation.

Your apology has no effect on me.

I still loathe you.

To think,
that once,
I hungered for your approval.

For a while,
your words,
lingered in the scent of the air.

I could,
almost,
taste how forced your defense was.

Your regret hovers above our heads.

You have no remorse.

Would my words flatter you
or start a tailspin
that ends with you running
in a direction away from my arms?

I hope you would run into them,
my arms.

If my words did flatter you
would you have words
that would turn my cheeks red
as you press your lips against mine?

I imagina they are soft and gentle,
you lips.

If my words didn't flatter you
I would burn them
before you could truly understand
that I want to love you.

I imagine they wouldn't flatter you,
my words.