when is so far away
so far it may
not totally give back what you gave
all the same
all that you played
when you thought it would not wait
for some other day
for some other gray
that we’d paint some other shade
chose not to hate
chose what to make
a love that almost was too late
but still feels the weight of what we left behind
and still feels the weight that’s only yours and mine
who was it that should
if only we could
be what we once thought
we would
we understood
can’t always be good
in spite of ourselves
we’ve withstood
but still feel the weight of what we left be...