And she's dead now
And when my moment came in the procession of faces all I could muster was, "I'm sorry it is under these circumstances that I am finally seeing you again"
And you managed, "Better now than never again"
And my eyes are dry but my heart is in a twisted knot of emotion
And I can't decide whether you have played yourself the fool or have spoken the profound wisdom
And I let one tear drop and decide you've done both
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 10:36 PM UTC
And she's dead now
And when my moment came in the procession of faces all I could muster was, "I'm sorry it is under these circumstances that I am finally seeing you again"
And you managed, "Better now than never again"
And my eyes are dry but my heart is in a twisted knot of emotion
And I can't decide whether you have played yourself the fool or have spoken the profound wisdom
And I let one tear drop and decide you've done both
As I shake the hand of the father of an old next door neighbor, whom I played with when I was no more than five years old. I only 25 now, she only 27.
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