Today I told your story,
In all of it's glory,
And great awe,
the listener, did find.

We had started talking,
And then we began walking,
So I asked her then
if she would mind.

If I told her a story,
That was a little gory,
But nonetheless a story,
of mine.

She said go ahead,
That's fine.
Try me now,
unwind.

So that's when I told her,
Of when I wasn't older,
Of when I met a girl oh so blue.

Yeah she was bad one,
A sweet little mad one,
Yeah that girl, was you.

I told her of the play,
On the very first day,
That kiss in the dark,
The quick sneaking away,

Everything down to
the looking away,
When I watched you go,
On the very last day.

When we said goodbye,
To all of the lies,
When we carried on,
Our own separate lives.