This is the point I get to time and time again
My fingers pulsate
My breathing quickens
My heart tightens
because we just can't let our cynicism go
You see, everyone leaves
It's a fact
And just like the leaves on the deciduous trees
I was never meant to stay
And the more fond I grow of your company
The closer we get to that breaking conclusion
And instinctually
And hopelessly
I hold on for dear life
Because why must things be this way
Why can't our days consist of shy smiles
And matching coffee drinks
And hands held lightly
With your gaze being my favorite morning memory
I crave you
But timing is everything
And no one really gets what they want
It's not like we'll make it out alive, anyway
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 1:53 PM UTC
This is the point I get to time and time again
My fingers pulsate
My breathing quickens
My heart tightens
because we just can't let our cynicism go
You see, everyone leaves
It's a fact
And just like the leaves on the deciduous trees
I was never meant to stay
And the more fond I grow of your company
The closer we get to that breaking conclusion
And instinctually
And hopelessly
I hold on for dear life
Because why must things be this way
Why can't our days consist of shy smiles
And matching coffee drinks
And hands held lightly
With your gaze being my favorite morning memory
I crave you
But timing is everything
And no one really gets what they want
It's not like we'll make it out alive, anyway
