cheers to the concerts we won't go to
and the movies we won't see
to the art that we won't look at
and the people we'll never be.
here's to the song i never finished
and the jacket i never gave back
to the looks on peoples faces
wondering when we would crack.
so here's to me crying at the table
and here's to you standing up unstable
to the ripped up photo in your wallet
and to the people that say they 'totally called it'
to the remnants of whispers and lost conversations
to being on a pedestal with too high expectations
and writing down talking points so we'd having something to say
anything i could think of that might make you stay
but there were only three words i could think of then
still i didn’t want to be the first to say it again
the last time i was shaking and trembling with fear
my only remedy, the words “i love you too dear”
but it was never quite right
and it was founded on fright
i was too consumed by your abnormality
to notice my waning vitality
and the ridiculous brutality
of our triviality
i guess we just lost our spark
but believe me, i loved our mindless little games
question after question
until we went insane
night after night
but did you do it out of spite?
thats the question that I’m asking myself tonight
i don’t know if i should mask my vulnerability
because it seems that i’ve lost all my sensibility
when it comes to you
my judgements screwed
and i don’t know how that can still be
because my heart still leaps when i hear your voice
pulling me back like i don’t have a choice
i need to stop putting my happiness in your hands
but it is so hard, to put up a guard, once its already been taken down.
so here’s to one unwritten letter
and the folks that said we’d never, come out of this one alive
i survived
thank you very much.
and here’s, my dear, to all of our fears
though they have come to life
because of our strife
no longer is the pain induced by one another
we’re free, to be, however we please
so cheers to us
and broken trust
and a love that was never meant to be.