Thursday, October 29, 2015

We're running out of time...


Hello, it's me. I was wondering
if after all these years you'd like to meet to go over everything?
They say that time's supposed to heal,
but I ain't done much healing.

Hello, can you hear me?
I'm in California dreaming about who we used to be
when we were younger and free.
I've forgotten how it felt before the world fell at our feet,
but at least I can say that I've tried 
to tell you I'm sorry, for breaking your heart,
but it clearly doesn't tear you apart anymore.