Memories are choices, yes?
\'Cos I can\'t seem to shake the sound he made upon my chest
Yet, promises, vows or that important test
No, I can\'t contain that, I guess.
But, damn, the smell of oil against his collar
Or the way he breathes me in
The look in his eye when he watches me... Oh yes, they play like a movie for me
Sold out and on repeat, no doubt.
Please understand, with him I can focus on every small detail
I could paint you the perfect picture!
He\'s not like anyone I\'ve ever met before
Think of the greatest person who makes you feel complete
And then imagine... He\'s not yours to keep.
You see, those memories are my only proof of a year spent, best forgotten
But my mind and treacherous heart play our love on a continuous deceitful loop
So much so, he\'s become my Holy Grail or indeed, my Fountain of Youth.
I must admit, I don\'t fight this or try to redirect
Yes, I have chosen his sequels over what\'s best
Like living my life with integrity, honour and virtue..
So please, leave me to rest
I must tender these memories
I must not forget!