You know my story.
I`ve been telling it to anyone I could find.
If I would lose you, I`d lose my mind,
over and over agian until next time.
Lights out to expectations.
Goodbye to bad intentions.
There`s nothing wrong with letting go.
I know all about you.
Give me a pen and I`ll write you a book of how we both fucked up,
walked away, got back just in time to make up for the new years.
I send you stationary.
It wasn`t ordinary.
You got it and told me that everything would be O.K.
Next morning came conclusion:
It`s too late to start all over.
(Sorry about the past)