all alone in a coffee shop,
playing vintage music on and on.
sunsets on beaches,
sand on your palms,
salty water on the tip of your tongue
stitches on your heart,
but i'll patch them up.
we can stay here forever and forever after
because we're young,
and we have nowhere else to go
your soul is so old,
and you're my only home
coffee stains on your favorite shirt,
but that's what made it so special.
cotton candy stuck in our hair,
sticky seats that smell like soda.
the ocean greeting us with her friendly coldness,
wounds covering your thighs;
there's some things you can't talk about.
and even when i tried to avoid,
i'd still see you,
i tried to do what was right
but the vision stayed true,
you were dancing in dim streetlights,
eyes never leaving mine,
i wiped up your memories
and saw them shine.
you said that you're leaving.
i asked you to stay so you went on vacation.
i've spent a few months casually waiting,
i packed up on the ice cream that you always hated,
they'll say that you will find me, waiting on the beaches
sun painting me the prettiest golden,
time ticking by,
i should've known that was goodbye,
because you were never mine.
