we've never held hands
so i don't understand
why you've always had such a grip
on my heart

i wish history really did
repeat itself
because i badly
want you to happen to me
again

i had no clue about art
but i knew a thing or two
from just looking at you

i wondered if there was a word
for the sudden melancholy you get
when you think of a distant memory
as if there's gaping hole in your chest
the sudden feeling of loss for something
that was never quite yours - for someone that was never yours

i found myself whispering your name