Future
We started so young, full of life
oblivious to lies of the rich and famous, we’d work
9-5 for the taste of weekends where we’d dance
like Lord of the flies and end the night
with a kiss goodbye.
We’d stay awake till 4AM, working out a plan
for this ‘don’t give a damn’ world,
where I’d move to Paris, and you’d study art
we’d be rich in knowledge, emotions, memories
Not standard currency like they wanted us to be.
We could have stuck to that plan if
the cruel hands of time didn’t wring us dry.
With the pressure on our ribcage’s increasing
as we shared a deck of Marlboro red
we grew up, and the pressure cracked my bones
but made you stronger.
I had this hunger to follow you, but you left to study
Art, and I was left on the grey streets with nothing
but cigarette butts and broken dreams,
cold and alone and lacking in sleep.
You said you were the broken one
for leaving me here…
You never looked back once.
I changed then, even the twist of fate feared me -
Death walked in my shadow because I realized
Nothing can break what’s already broken.
As life left me behind I became
blind to the emotion, the memories
that we’d spoken decades ago, and I let go
of my dreams of us as Parisian lovers
because my dear, life isn’t a cover
on a niche magazine, and dreams don’t work the way
we wanted them to be, there’s nothing poetic
in breathing in and out ‘till were old and grey
with pathetic excuses for dying alone in
a dimly lit room whilst screaming names
of faces we knew many moons ago.
So you may be rich in your understanding
of life in a painting, but I’m richer in experience,
in never letting myself down, in never drowning
and never trying to fix something that will always be too broken.
That’s why, in our plans, I also had a token I kept close to my heart -
the fail safe ‘don’t fall in love with you’ card
So I didn’t look for you when you left,
but I hope you regret leaving with each cycle of the moon,
and I hope when you’re old and gray,
I’m the face you see as you dream of the girl you left
who you crushed the ribs of and made bitter too soon.
oblivious to lies of the rich and famous, we’d work
9-5 for the taste of weekends where we’d dance
like Lord of the flies and end the night
with a kiss goodbye.
We’d stay awake till 4AM, working out a plan
for this ‘don’t give a damn’ world,
where I’d move to Paris, and you’d study art
we’d be rich in knowledge, emotions, memories
Not standard currency like they wanted us to be.
We could have stuck to that plan if
the cruel hands of time didn’t wring us dry.
With the pressure on our ribcage’s increasing
as we shared a deck of Marlboro red
we grew up, and the pressure cracked my bones
but made you stronger.
I had this hunger to follow you, but you left to study
Art, and I was left on the grey streets with nothing
but cigarette butts and broken dreams,
cold and alone and lacking in sleep.
You said you were the broken one
for leaving me here…
You never looked back once.
I changed then, even the twist of fate feared me -
Death walked in my shadow because I realized
Nothing can break what’s already broken.
As life left me behind I became
blind to the emotion, the memories
that we’d spoken decades ago, and I let go
of my dreams of us as Parisian lovers
because my dear, life isn’t a cover
on a niche magazine, and dreams don’t work the way
we wanted them to be, there’s nothing poetic
in breathing in and out ‘till were old and grey
with pathetic excuses for dying alone in
a dimly lit room whilst screaming names
of faces we knew many moons ago.
So you may be rich in your understanding
of life in a painting, but I’m richer in experience,
in never letting myself down, in never drowning
and never trying to fix something that will always be too broken.
That’s why, in our plans, I also had a token I kept close to my heart -
the fail safe ‘don’t fall in love with you’ card
So I didn’t look for you when you left,
but I hope you regret leaving with each cycle of the moon,
and I hope when you’re old and gray,
I’m the face you see as you dream of the girl you left
who you crushed the ribs of and made bitter too soon.