people are missed
places are gone
no-one remembers you at all.
beaches at night,
talking on her step,
walking on the lower east side.
warm it's so warm all the memories are so warm,
they're a movie in your head,
but does she remember you at all?
does anyone ever remember you at all?
three am and you're talking about the world
a smile a coffee a moment
it's all there
it's a lifetime for you
one night for her
you have a top ten list
amazing days and neverendng nights
that make you who you are
they make it worthwhile
i remember you so perfectly
i remember that feeling
walking home and bouncing bouncing BOUNCING
but do you remember it at all?
or was it just a normal tuesday, for you?