And it takes me away, as if it's only in my mind. same old set of feelings happen faster still.
My friend I hardly knew you though I tried so long ago. I've been thinking it over or at least I'm trying to. Remembering that Saturday when we wrecked our shoes. We were covered in love, or maybe the lack thereof. I wish my memory would serve me but its more like mythology, ancient history of stories that I made up, up.