We keep running, running, running away.
Avoiding reality despite what they say.
It may get better, but we just can't wait.
Feet to the ground, decide our own fate.

The glamour and glitz, we'll take a pass.
The faux appearance of high upper class.
We've got what we want, no more than we need.
Avoiding the allure of consumption by greed.

Late nights of adventure, writing our story.
Hoping that the results lead us to glory.
A car full of people, good music and hope.
Doing what we can to help ourselves cope.

We've all got our problems, but not on this night.
In this brief moment, there's no need to fight.
For we've got each other, a means to an end.
Our souls remain whole, through the bonds of a friend.

I bid you all farewell.
As I make this journey on my way to hell.
Maybe if it does exist.

Ive given up
on you,
on me.
On you and me.

For you will
never
Be for me.

And thats
OK.
Or at least
it will be.

Enough luck to brighten your way
And enough pain,
Because without it,
You won't feel like you're living

I wish you enough

Enough mistakes to learn
And enough sadness,
To experience
What makes us catious

I wish you enough

Enough love to be happy
And enough fortune
To enjoy,
The small things that life has to offer

I simply wish you enough

Enough to make you happier.

This is the last time our two lips shall touch
The last time we share our essences, passing one to the other in gentle exhales
This is the last early morning I wake up to you
                Our last cup of coffee

I will stall this last conversation:
                  drawl and pause and share deep sighs
as we lean over the balcony staring at the snow falling on the mountain

It seems relevant that it is sunny as we share these final words

We've come full circle - our beginning so startlingly similar to this quiet, hopeful end.
I could say all the words of love/hate but
    shouldn't dare
    don't dare for all the things you've done for me

All I will say is

Adieu to you, my dear

I'll use you as a warning sign
That if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind
I'll use you as a focal point
So I don't lose sight of what I want
I've moved further than I thought I could
But I miss you more than I thought I would
I'll use you as a warning sign
That if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind

I found love where it wasn't supposed to be
Right in front of me
Talk some sense to me

I'll use you as a makeshift gauge
Of how much to give and how much to take
I'll use you as a warning sign
That if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind

I found love where it wasn't supposed to be
Right in front of me
Talk some sense to me