a friend of mine once told me
of a way to remain independent and free
she said not to associate people with songs
unless you wish for nostalgia, lifelong

it’s too bad she told me too late
because it is only now that i can relate
at the time, it was absurd to assume
that i was actually dancing to my doom

you sang to me when i asked you to
my head on your chest, your heartbeat so true
the rest of the world didn’t matter to me
it was only you i could see

how stupid and naive i was
to give you so much trust
the start of something new, i thought,
was what this magnificent night brought

and every time i hear this song,
i remember our so long,
how we drifted slowly then all at once
and again i miss you tons

i thought i’d become crazy at first
now i’m convinced that i am cursed
everywhere i go i seem to hear
the song that brings me to tears

always, i hear your voice, so coarse,
singing the lyrics that mean i’ll be yours
and when the chorus hits, that’s my cue
i hum to the melody we danced to

though it’s over i always wonder
about me, do you ever ponder?
when you hear the music, what do you feel?
do you, too, miss me a great deal?

thoughts perpetually filled my head
and to this state of curiosity they have led
as the song played, i clung on to that hope
for a long time, it's what helped me cope

as i was about to sing the part of our duet
the music playlist suddenly reset
and that’s when i took it as a sign
to say goodbye, it was about time

until it plays again