The moon was abnormally large that night and
Seemingly keen to hear their heart to heart as
They sat together in what now is a forgotten bar.
His grey shirt stained with her red tears fated, He was going and she must love him from afar.

Is it strange or is it true that only when
Our present isn't gratifying
And the future isn't inspiring
That we recourse to our past.

Posing naked in front of the mirror,
Practicing dance moves with you,
Watching movies lying on your back,
Eating new stuff that we never had.
While tracing back my happy days,
I'll write it down with glitter.