Even with my iron grip
You seem to always slip
Through my fingertips
If I still held on
Maybe you wouldn't be gone
So we could look at the fauns
They're so strange
But they shouldn't change
Because life is like a train
It keeps moving
Sometimes it can be confusing
You don't know the path it's choosing
And that's alright
Because you're by my side
And in each other we can confide
But those were the old days
When life was a daze
And we sent each other a loving gaze
Now when I see you
It's like being in an interview
'Cause I can only say certain things- like ordering off a menu
I still love you, friend
I have no more words towards you to send
So I guess this relationship will, like always, end
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 11:19 PM UTC
Even with my iron grip
You seem to always slip
Through my fingertips
If I still held on
Maybe you wouldn't be gone
So we could look at the fauns
They're so strange
But they shouldn't change
Because life is like a train
It keeps moving
Sometimes it can be confusing
You don't know the path it's choosing
And that's alright
Because you're by my side
And in each other we can confide
But those were the old days
When life was a daze
And we sent each other a loving gaze
Now when I see you
It's like being in an interview
'Cause I can only say certain things- like ordering off a menu
I still love you, friend
I have no more words towards you to send
So I guess this relationship will, like always, end
