We All Die, In The End

replay

its hard to know whether i miss you
or our good memories

do i miss you
or do i miss how i felt
when i taught you to dance
and we made dinner for my mother
when we laid skin to skin
and made harmonies with our voices

these moments arent true
they are snippets of us
and show only part of the truth

the memories
that i rewind and replay
try to convince me
we were invincible
but we weren't