Fremdscham

Are these the days that we spoke of

The ones that would "never come"

When thoughts of future lovers were almost funny to one another, and impossible

The promise of a new mother remains undone

We took our time tired, wired in the Summer sun while you recovered

Before goodbyes that would set the scene for the rest of our lives

Every unsaid thing that we couldn't even shout

Everything ends in a German word that I can't quite pronounce

I don't know about you but I woke up down

Take the things that made me remember you best