Looking at the old photos
Seen how we grew up
Looked at the old pillows
How we would throw them up
Oh how we didn't know
Where all these roads would go
Oh how we couldn't see
All the possibilitiesWe're young, careless and free
Living in a fantasy, living in a dreamAnd now it's ringing in my head
Like a time bomb coking to an endWas it all in my head?
Was it all in my head?Remember all the songs
You and I would sing along
Remember all the shows
You and I would binge along
Oh how I didn't know
My expectations were low
Oh how we couldn't see
It was you and meAnd now it's ringing in my head
Like a time bomb coming to an endWas it all in my head?
Was it all in my head?
Was it? Was it? Was it?
Was it all done and said?
Was it all done and said?
Was it? Was it? Was it?
Was it left on my bed?
The memories on my bedspread,
Was it? Was it? Was it?
Was it all in my head?
Was it all in my head?
Was it? Was it? Was it?It's hard to forget
When you come around
It's stained in my head
Like a bad story coming to an end
YOU ARE READING
Songs From Me To You
PoetryThis is a collection of songs that I've written. Coming in parts.