Remember the time,
The sunset ran away?
The moonrise was slowly welcoming us,
and the music ran a little longer than we expected.
The scent of your flowers seeped through the backseat,
and you turned around to grab them,
placed them on your lap,
and wished this moment would come along once again.
We don’t love enough unless there’s a reason to replace the pain,
we wildly hop into the backseat and trace a brand new pain,
and time is running forward, it hurts to see it end,
We don’t love enough unless there’s a reason to leave,
we unwillingly climb back to the front when we’re finished,
unfolding our wretched souls,
bending it to mend a new home,
hopeful of a time we can run away with the sunset,
and our passion can rise like the moon again,
and the music can run a little longer than expected,
and our minds can unfold like a blooming affair.