when i think about that moment of our time
i wish i could go back and fix it
we didn't miss the mark by much
if i held your hand as you walked down the stairs
or held your stare for longer than i did
if you held me by the hips and never let go
if you kissed me
i think about that moment more than i should
and what it would have felt like
and what it would have changed
i promised myself if i ever got the chance i would carpe the hell out of that diem
that i would run to you
regardless of circumstance
regardless of timing
id run to you
dive into your arms
and kiss you
and hold you
id fall into your arms and stay there
for as long as you'd let me
and as long as you'd want me
for however short that moment that would be.
but i'm afraid that moment will never happen
and im afraid it will never be.
and with every beat of your pulsing heart pushing us close to its last
ill try and not think of all this time we've wasted.
and ill tell myself it was because we needed to learn
and grow
and not have our time too early and ruin what ever fate had in store
but with each year that goes by i get a bit more and more scared that you won't wait
that you'll find her, move on and be happy
and id be happy knowing your happy
and id wait for you, and wait and wait.
ill wait for as long as i had too
