houston

That final night when you told to meet you at dusk

So reminiscent of how we began the story of us

The tension built there; something we were too scared to name

We grabbed each other and we dove right in like moths to the flame

And as we burned out, so we began our trials

I held you tight and whispered that I couldn't handle the miles

The space between us - and so it became my choice

As if there was only one of us who had a voice

Rewrite the past if I could

But would it do any good?