crying
fire's out for hours
yet we stayed beneath that trellis
talking about the miles we've walked
even the nightmare
of not seeing your face in the morning
haunts me to the core
though you're a year younger
proud of you.
another year is more than you know
it was supposed to be hot and heavy
a romantic and sexy night
but by now you know
things are never that simple
and we have ran out of tissues
are these... tears?
for the first time
a sober moment found in the sliver of stardom
a glimpse of a future
we finally freed ourselves to explore
