I think it was high time
I took what was yours, I gave what was mine.
And for quite some time we made it work
I think that deserves, at least, an ode.
It might as well be a eulogy
Or a vow,
We don’t know what’s gonna be.
But I want to write about the good stuff too
Not fill the whole glass with my tears,
I want to celebrate with you
What went on for over a year.
My head on your chest,
Your kisses all over me,
The reassurance you knew I needed,
The things we shared,
The future we built
Only in our minds,
All the places we would go
All the pets we would’ve had.
And still, when I go to bed at night
And put my head on the pillow,
I think about when I’d put it on yours,
And look at those charming brown eyes.
All the laughter and the love,
I know it’ll remain,
So why is it so hard to let go?
I want to fill these holes and stay.
But this is not about being sad.
This is about us,
About the time we had.
I want time to freeze,
I don’t want to make a choice,
I want to lay with you in bed
While I read to you this ode.