We’re always so ready to grow up.
Always so ready to move on to tomorrow
Forgetting to live for today.
Midnight skies, and starry nights.
Feels like winter nights, just you and I.
Snow cones in mid November, and days we still remember.
Struggles in the past, hoping that we’d last.
Alone in bed, wishing it was us instead.
Girls will come, and boys will go.
Making excuses as we grow.
Pained goodbyes, and teary eyes.
But time passed, and wounds did heal.
Forgetting how we used to feel.
Midnight skies, and blurry moons.
Wondering if I said “I love you.”
Just a little too soon.
