The path we’re taking is dark, except for the sneaky moon that seems to want to leave us alone.
You’re rambling about something and all I can think of is your hand in mine. No, we’re not holding each other’s hands, in fact we’re walking far away. But the thought, the thought of your hand in mine consumes me and I begin to melt.
We were not supposed to happen. We were never the plan.
We will destroy everything that was carefully put together.
We won’t happen and you know that too well, baby.
My head has a thousand thoughts and you’re beginning to get lost in them. I know when tomorrow comes, we won’t be together.
But for now…
I want to hold your hand.