i wish this day would never end
just one cold, cool day continuum

and the water never stops it's cycle
the river cant stop it's run
and if i cant be your bedside baby
i hope your having fun

because they painted on the walls,
the people before
and you left it up
for the artistic inspiration
but, while you took vacation
i was wading, waiting in the water
a hole in my shoe, sinking

what was i thinking
keeping my hands on hold?
where was my head
when the years passed by in fold...
when the days, all flutters and frays,
turned out in ways
i never expected,
when we were who we were
and didn't know it
when i was missing pieces
and didn't show it
when i couldn't make you happy?