Like some wines our love could neither mature nor travel.
You wanted to see the world. And yet, all I want is to see you.
I would write my tears, weeping out my pain – I would empty my veins for ink.
We’ll meet again, but you’re a lifetime away, and I need you now.
And when a whisper became a begging it was time to move on.
Treat me like a joke, watch me leave you like its funny
Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did.
To lose a worthless friend is worthy of a testimony.
A different direction defines what to me is real and to you is hooey.