I remember the day we met,
The stinging sensation of butterflies creeping my bones.
And I remember the satisfaction I held in my hands
While we conversed and collided under the galaxies.
Nothing could brake or take the rush I felt,
as the acid slipped from the paper-- through my entirety and beyond.

The shallow waters we rowed in, ended up thrashing about
splintering and sinking, the very boat we'd created.
The water we tread here caused over-thinking,
and from there our potential had drown.

Nothing here could ever explain,
the way I felt when I heard you say,
"We just don't feel the same"

While the tune was perfectly set,
the timing was not it-- yet
and the things I said to you were real,
And we felt ourselves get higher.

As the music and movement began to blur,
The alcohol caused my words to slur,
Atop the hill, I wanted to reach... grab a hold of and squeeze,
But it was never enough to reach you.
I was never enough reason to change your mind.