With all these old familiar chairs
We come to sit in new arrived pairs
The teacher speaks in monotone speeches
How much longer will he continue his preaches?
Then I turn to you my darling
You share that fresh start smiling
With that brunette hair rolling off your back
You filled my eyes from this black and white crack
Colors of flavor and new embraced slides
We speak about these tales of story tides
Busting in with these staring contests
No one can bother us, not even these pests
We spend all this time on the run
We’ll never be far from being done
From all these writing numbers and little talks
We’ll escape from this reality and into stone chalks
Let’s think of one hundred things to do
I’ll be looking at these untold pasts and upcoming new
We’ll reach those new horizons my dear
Your green eyes staring into that broken mirror
Crashing onto that hood of twenty cars
We’ll never have these potential scars
Only one day that we met
We were never meant to have a set
Maybe we’ll meet again someday
One day we’ll just be okay
Just move on and single these moments alone
While I lay to rest in dust and bone
Till we meet again my siren