You can think of all the futures,

There’s singing to you,

You forgot my voice,

You have my memories,

You included me by choice,

There’s hearing you moan,

There’s seeing you glow,

I still feel broken,

You saw, and you want me,

I can’t believe I’m here,

If this were a fantasy,

I could put on a show,

Here however goes the cool,

Can we play with realities instead?

We can’t, can we?

So this dreamy wave must feel far?

We can think of the future,

We are going to break this,

Then tomorrow we’ll have to face each other,

Or will disappointments paint our distance?

We know how this goes, see you again.