MRB

we used to be so close you and i,
but now they've gone
and so have we
nothing else mattered
but the death of us.
they cannot take us
they cannot leave us
it's up to us
i was born in '84
and you died in 2001
and now i'm left
to pick up the pieces.
they told us there'd be room for us,
so we called their bluff
over and over and over.
at the edge of the world we fell together,
you said i said,
we'd never forget.
and nothing else mattered
but the death of us.

off and on and
on and off and
off and on
just like we liked it
on and off and
off and on and
on and off
just like we left it
and i don't know
where to look for you now,
because i've lost my shadow
then you lost everything
they gave you
and you've never looked so good

and now they've got me
where they want you to be,
amor fati
if you could do it all again
what would be different?
would we even have met?

you couldn't break us down
in our part of town,
this time around
we've been found
out of place
out of time
a love story
with only one character
the truth is out.
i've lost myself.

have you never wondered
why riots don't bloom in july?
when we lose the winter blues
spare time doesn't seem such a rare commodity

this time i think should be able to remember.