[VERSE 1] Couldn’t find a florist. Guess it was too late. Roses and peonies, Locked behind a gate. Raced up and down cobblestones As twilight slipped to night. Wondered what would save us From another senseless fight. [VERSE 2] The air was getting colder, Its grip tightened around my throat. You used to call me a swashbuckler, In my long flowing winter coat. Gloveless hands jammed in pockets. Finding no warmth, only holes. Frayed seams, loose buttons Too many stories left untold. [VERSE 3] There’s a bench in the park, I could sit and dwell. Or I could try to find you, And pretend things are going well. Nobody said it would be easy, But nobody said it would be this rough. Souls destined to be together, Not so much intertwined, But definitely bound and cuffed. [VERSE 4] Tried to go separate ways, Our paths, like wires, crossed. Never on the same page, One’s win was the other's loss. Love and all its angles, Always point to you. All this time wasted, Still don’t know what to do. [BRIDGE] [VERSE 5] Took a shortcut and rounded the corner, Trying to avoid our fate, When I crashed into you, holding flowers, And you apologized for being late. [END]
