I remember looking at you, looking at me
but I always seem to look at you a certain way.
What is it? I don't know, only to my dismay.
Maybe it is the way you glow, prettier day by day.
And I remember walking by
never wanting to say a word,
but as soon as you said hi
I couldn't pass the chance to flirt.
I remember you being mad at me being mad,
although your silence I didn't see as bad,
its not like you notice anyway
how much I remember day to day.
I remember everything you ever wanted
but only hoping it was me,
but with my eyes I could see
that my brain was deceiving.
So now I remember, the truth in your lies
and how you want to be with every other guy.
I'm tired of seeing you tired of seeing me tired,
wishing I could hold the warmth of your fire
Even if you're not with me when I'm old and gray
thinking about that day in December
I can look back on the golden days
and say that
I remember