History

We’ve all been through this before

But sometimes it still feels like the first

Must I admit it’s done

Must I return your sweaters and your shirts

My yearning’s not quite out

I still imagine you’ll be home tomorrow

Was it me

Did I not prove to you how far I’d go

Why can’t we just laugh

Pretend this is just a game we play

I'm not ready yet

To meet a stranger with your name

What kind of morning soothes

Without some sweet mouth near

To give a kiss before I leave

Perhaps I just might learn

To fall asleep without your breath

So steady next to me

And if I wake in sweat

From troubled dreams

This day’s bright blue

Will have to be enough for me

I’ll have to pick and choose

Which songs to sing

It seems every one

Keeps on reminding me of being in love

It wasn’t so long ago

But what’s left of touch

What’s left of us and our long history