I met you the day that I was set free. I traveled miles to be as far away from home as possible, And here I was, in the city with people that I barely knew, With memories that I have yet to make.
I knew your name after a week. I knew your routine after a month. I knew your anatomy after the 3rd month. I knew your past on the 5th. And I knew all about you by the time we reached the 9th.
I have no idea how I lost my love for rock music and Marlboro reds. One afternoon, I found myself next to you and that’s when I lost my past. Maybe, I said. maybe we should’ve been together.
Believe me when I say that I want to take the eight years back. And I will take them back with a kiss on your forehead and Coffee sips on our favorite coffee shop. I will take them back with photographs of our first gig, And fights that we didn’t think we’ll get through together.