All These Years

Is it a question of faith?
That I lost in you...

The trust, is the rust
Like foam on my lips
My mouth gets heavy
And it is harder to kiss

Was it really a year?
Did I miss out, on all the fun, and all the tears?

I'm holding my dreams so close
As if I was floating on something
Something as worthwhile as this
We left our last words, like the veils of a funeral procession

Was it really a year?
Did I miss out, on all the fun, and all the tears?

I've slid, out the grip
Of a message I wrote
Etched into this dying tree
It could of been us, so long ago

Was it really, all these years?
Did I leave behind my happiness tied to my fears?
I've swallowed all these pills
I've swalllowed all my fill
Would it matter, if I apologied?
Or should I never have tried?
To race back you that night...
Past the blinding lights, the honking cars
The last thing I remember, was the scorching earth
Burning underneath my, solid concrete
The only stable thing, left within me...
I could still, see your shadow
Was it really tragedy, that brought you to me?
The same lights, that left us crashing blindly
I guess I can let you go, I just had to let you know
I never hated the way you smell.... I never meant to yell

Was it really a year?
Did I miss out, on all the fun, and all the tears?
Is it really ending here?
I'm missing out, I'm no fun, and I've had no tears.