You have never been much of a follower
You have drawn and crossed the line
You mirrored me to give a little
Then you moved on with life
And left me are wisps of you
A scent in the air
It catches me on weekdays mostly
And holds me there
For a moment we are back to when
You were here as mine
When we would let our hearts dictate when we ran out of time
The pictures of you are fading
It's harder to recall
I've painted a new one lately
We're standing ten feet tall
Memories and dreams
Far away it seems
Like we never put a foot wrong
I'm starting to think that just
Maybe it was perfect after all
Maybe we were perfect after all
