Here we are barely catching air.
I never thought you would think of her hair.
I\'m glad I was not bare, for I have had
The memory of one who showed me no care.
You are beautiful, you are good.
I bet she heard that too. For the one right next to you
Will become your past.
I thank you for putting me last.
Getting older is something we think is far apart.
Return home when its colder and think of that time
When you once hurt your shoulder.
Over there -
The clouds were blue and you had no clue
Because you see magic comes and goes...
I wonder the last time you sent her a rose.
Or do you only remove your clothes?
When the days aren\'t colder do you have magical memories
Of getting older?
Would you kiss her shoulder or would you hold her?
You looked me i the eyes and told me.
\"Beautiful\", yet you were incredibly cruel.
Magic comes and goes and when the
Magic never was spent I remember what it
All actually meant.
Enjoy your time and figure out what makes beautiful last,
Because this moment will become your past.
I hope your sandbox was full of laughs,
I truly hope your box is full and I hope it lasts.
One day after many have passed, who will be your last
And will you want to see in your past?
I beg you to remove the shreds of glass because
For a long while it held me back.
If I can hold on to this moment while it lasts,
I hope just for right now, you\'ll regret
This future past.
And I hope for these words you
Remember to live each moment as if
It were some of the last.