Because we moved too fucking fast.

I think I really had to wish to make this last.

I thought you loved me as much as I loved you.

I’m so lost now; I don’t know what to do.

You can search the far corners of this universe,

But never find anyone that loves you as I did first.

I can’t shake this off, or pretend its all okay.

But with wet eyes at night, I can pray.

Maybe tomorrow I can see the sparkle in your eyes.

Or maybe just sit at home and wonder why;

I let this go to shit.

And wonder why I did nothing to save this.

I can’t wait for some distant day to come.

Or before that, will this all be done?

In the future I don’t see myself without you.

But what keeps me up all night, is do you think this too?
 

Matthew Drangsland