december ninth twenty-nineteen
rhyme pattern - abbb
just last week, we sat on my rooftop,
listening to gerard way,
listening to him sing the feelings we've yet to say,
singing about the things we hide away.
we sang along on my rooftop,
we let the world pass by;
i laughed at you and you at me until we started to cry,
but i was happy: just you and i.
my heart beat to the rhythm on that rooftop,
each time toro and lero plucked the strings,
my heart taps and sings,
now it's all memories, memories i'd like the keep seeing.
you grabbed my hand on the rooftop,
where i almost fell to the soft grass below,
telling me i could have hurt myself and i glowed,
you care about me, so i can fight any foe.
we left the world on my rooftop,
ignoring the world and it's silly antics,
acting like we were once again six,
my mind thought of songs like pumped up kicks.
i hope to see you again on my rooftop,
to act like a child and play again,
to fall in love with you, even if it might be a sin,
you'd be worth it, worth ten million.
