the night gazing unto our eyes,
as if they had something to tell us.
i never wanted to say our goodbyes,
even when you left on the bus.
so many things I wanted to say,
wasn't alone after you came to me on that day.
I just wished you could come through,
one more time out of the blue.
met you on the west coast,
two cups up, we make a toast
you never wanted to see the end,
it was never with me
the cut will mend,
i will never be free
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 4:02 PM UTC
the night gazing unto our eyes,
as if they had something to tell us.
i never wanted to say our goodbyes,
even when you left on the bus.
so many things I wanted to say,
wasn't alone after you came to me on that day.
I just wished you could come through,
one more time out of the blue.
met you on the west coast,
two cups up, we make a toast
you never wanted to see the end,
it was never with me
the cut will mend,
i will never be free
