the way i looked at you, a kid with the moon
your skin so soft and smooth, like rain drops on glass
i sit in the past, reflect on how the plane took off without a doubt
and how this drought was so far from the scheduled route
i have and i gave and i did and i’ll always love you
i know blue is the color of sadness and inside your apathetic
but you know i’d die to reverse with you
when blue was just a color and eyes had no hidden crimes
they say time is of the essence but i know there’s no heaven
i know there’s no hell and what we have now, we might as well
i’ve died and i’ve cried and i’ve lied and boy, have i fried
but things come and go, they glow and grow — sometimes without you
but i wish we were young and my heart wasn’t strung on a string that you lead
to days when we twirled our fingers on cords without memorizing our words
how we could’ve swung on a swing and flung like a bee
the day i didn’t comprehend the feeling of giving my lungs
and the only thing on our mind was who could use the bigger word without biting their tongue
