turn back the clock to the times
when rain clouds weren't as heavy
and my lungs didn't heave as hard

gasping for air to reach out to you
running
running
running

just getting closer to get farther again from your shadow

how did it come to this, i wonder?

boy meets girl
awkward boy in a jacket all day
short haired girl recovering from pain
it was nothing, really

chance, i'd say
fate, you'd counter

everything starts out great

fingertips barely brushing
against each other
too shy, too shy

secret glances exchanged
in busy hallways.
looking forward to break times;
looking for that special face in the crowd,
but never really going for it

we were cowards

and then it happened
fingers began to reach out for each other
grasping at whatever can be held

tightly
closely
fiercely

but now
your fingertips are spread
wide open, far away
i can't reach them

i run, and run and run
but my legs
can only go so far

take a rest
deep breaths
look back

the gap is so big now

we're still cowards, maybe even bigger ones now

how can i hold your hand now?