we promised to meet again someday
to frolic around and once again play
but now the distance surrounds us like high rise windows
as we got caged in the unwanted tempo
our youth was in our palms
when we had no care about the alarms
but we slept on the wild dreams
of partying and ripped jeans
we promised to meet
again someday
to stay the same
to remember the days
I kept you safe
tucked beneath my pillowcase
foggy polaroids still cover up the windowpanes
but as they say,
nothing remains
there's mud on the vaults
and now the keys have gone lost
─ old friends like lost teeth
