a true story. it's difficult to think about this day, but i wrote about it anyway.
track 03
The last time I heard
The song we defined our relationship with
The song we first kissed to
The song we held onto
The last time I heard that song
We were flying down the interstate
We were shaking and afraid
We were crying
Sighing, Breathing
That November day
I realized what it was to lose someone
What it was to cope
Mourn
Live
That day I realized this wouldn't be easy
or normal or even fun
The last time I heard that song
Was the first time It dawned on me we
were through.
