Imagine more, pretend more,
Plan for a future that might not happen:
All things you told me, time and time again.
So I made up stories of things we’d never do,
Places we’ll no longer go, beaches our feet
Would never cover with tracks,
And feelings.
Feelings that we’d never feel, but we tired.
I did what you asked, I opened myself
To the risk of fate,
And then you left.
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
Imagine more, pretend more,
Plan for a future that might not happen:
All things you told me, time and time again.
So I made up stories of things we’d never do,
Places we’ll no longer go, beaches our feet
Would never cover with tracks,
And feelings.
Feelings that we’d never feel, but we tired.
I did what you asked, I opened myself
To the risk of fate,
And then you left.
