It's hard to begin when your thinking to much on the end, being on a friend that I am, lending on a open hand. Listening on the hours, reminiscing on ours...  Being caught up on the past as it lives gone but I'm just holding on that bond, so don't think for one blink that your leading me on, cause I'm only enjoying the moment not taking it to serious just living out an experience. Capturing on the now's Photoshopping on the later's with the emotions clearing out years ago, That lives behind the back of my mind, as of now were here reading on our sign,  And I can't help but not stare into the danger that lies within the truth between the lines, given a feeling knowing what I'm getting into. As tomorrow you'll forget who or why or how or when... Cause as a friend all ask if we can we do it all over again?