The sun beared down on us as if it were an eye of fate, noting our every move and gesture.
Leading us to inevibility, your hair was short that summer.
I kept reminding you to grow it because I told you it would look good.
Now I see that currently you have although I thought you never would.

I guess I'm just embarrassed that you gave me so much and I meant so little to you.
I guess I'm just ashamed that it took four days for you to break me.

Running from normality, our friends couldn't quite understand, our gestures full of haste and enthusiasm.
We took things so seriously, in the most enjoyable way, I felt some sort of balance with you and now you've left I simply feel misplaced.

If I kept my head up, and my eyes down -
And left the concept of love to tv, films and books.

If I kept my guard up, when you came around -
Could I be like you because even now I constantly waste my luck.

I could never hate you, I'm sorry if you want me to.
And to be quite honest, it hurts - that I must associate you with negative words.

And well honestly what I said I meant,
My time with you I could never repent.