Even if your heart would listen, I doubt I could explain
Is it odd of me to now remember late night walks searching for marbles and the dandelion serenades? I keep waking up wishing to hear something from you, and I realized too late what I missed. A lucky escape in many way, this is all the time I have that's mine, but I bought it at the cost of regret. Errands, ties, bowling alleys, bonding time...appealing traps. I want your happiness because it's not mine.