We were looking for a thing like adventure,
In a place where it just really isn’t,
We find it anyway, it’s a shame we couldn’t stay,
At least we can look back fondly at the blur,
Just a series of broad strokes,
I can’t forget how that song goes,
Even if we made it up on the spot,
Everything in it’s place, necessary learning,
Oh, what can’t I attempt to rationalise?
If the time is always right,
I’ll embrace those pensive nights,
If the starting point is now,
Who’d regret anything?
What’s the expiration date on the memory that I prefer to you and me?
On a sketchy Sunday afternoon,
We’re detectives with limited clues,
Let’s be friends again,
A world a phone call away,
Let’s self destruct as long as it’s not only me who breaks.