i think of things at night,
with a quarter moon streaking through my shades.
somewhere along those lines
i lost me. or you lost me. or i lost you.
i’m not really sure.
it’s a little on the distant side,
memries, they play me for a game of hide and seek,
the keys they’ve tried to keep.
i lost it. you lost. i guess we both decided.
but im not very sure.
and you may ask me where we went wrong
of course i wouldnt have an answer
but i wouldnt mind us trying for one
even if we’re both lying
what’s a little white lie between non-lovers as friends?
but im not really sure
no im not really sure
will i ever be sure
we did the right thing.