We ran the streets
that spring evening.
And I think that's
when I first fell in love with you.
We ran the streets
that month of March.
And that's when the
taste of your lips stained my brain forever.
You left me that
harsh summer night.
And I think that's
when I first felt true heart break.
You left me that
harsh summer night.
And that's when the
stains on my sleeves became real,
and you became a part of my dreams forever.

I'm moving on now.