You are a memory,
Not the oldest, not the newest
And not the most valuable.
But you make my world spin,
And make my heart melt.
You bring back tears,
And my fears
Of not just letting go,
But letting you go.
If I can be in love,
I think I'd be in love with you.
Your blue eyes haunt me in the hours late at night,
I'd like to say I remember your voice and your touch,
But I think I just caused a ripple
In your image.
What I'm saying is
I don't remember much,
Just that you mean a lot to me.
You say you miss me,
But I don't know.
I think of you whenever I hear the words,
"It was the Fourth of July, you and I were fireworks that went off too soon..."
What did I ever mean to you?
I could write a thousand works about you,
And none of them could be true.
You seem so real in my head,
I forgot what you were life in real life.
I just know that I want you by my side.
My dear, sweet, blue-eyed memory.
I hope your eyes are still blue.
*song: Fourth of July by fall out boy*
