Sometimes I think what it will be like when I see you again.
If Ill run into you at the gas station, getting change for a ten
Or if you’ll simply drive by on the street, waving as if you’re an old friend
Will the same sparks ignite between our souls,
Like elasticity pulling us apart from our everyday mold?
Will the same warmth fill my body once more,
The feelings running through me just the same as before?
Because it’s been cold here since I saw you last
Frigid in my heart, left with memories of a forgotten past.
there are some things just meant to be written
like the love I lost and the girls that were smitten
by you, what I thought they’d never have
it’s funny how one thing can stop where another just began
and its cold here in my sheets
it’s lonely but in my dreams we always meet
it always starts right back off at the beginning
before your love for me started miserably thinning
and this time I promise to hold your hand
as long as you swear to never let go of a love story so grand