The story so far,
Is I have this guitar.
It won’t make me money
but it doesn't matter.
She calls me honey.

The history, O’ so much,
Is I have this pitch.
It won’t make me steady
but it keeps her tranced,
yes it’s romance.

Welcome back, back to your past.
The guy you didn’t date,
the story you hadn’t faked.
The dreams of your crush,
the relationships - you hadn’t rushed.

Her name strikes me odd,
Ironic that it gets me.
My love, she doesn’t see.
But it doesn’t matter
She calls me honey.

The catch, is she’s really pretty,
All the guys do see.
But she believes,
in my sweet trance,
Yes it’s romance.

Welcome back, back to your past,
The time on our first date,
you were fashionably late.
the way you completely blushed,
the friendships - you chose to flush.

The story so far,
Is now I am a star.
I make a lot of money
but it doesn’t matter
I am no longer her honey.

The history, O’ so much,
Is I had this hitch.
It made me steady,
conceited in a trance,
without romance.

Welcome back, back to your past.
To memories you wished to last.
Welcome back, back to your fate.
you were fashionably late.