February 21, 2023
I remember when we were both just seventeen,
She wrote me a letter that made me think,
That we were meant to be,
Her letter meant so much more to me.
And when we spent so much time together,
On the phone talking about songs and the weather.
I thought we were meant to be,
She meant so much more to me.
We were perfect for each other if I had only been older,
I needed to grow up and she needed someone bolder.
More confident and mature,
Understanding and secure.
But then as we became more familiar,
And life became so much more bewildered.
It became evident to me,
I wasn’t the one, you see…
In a flash it was seven years later,
Growing up as my own heart-breaker.
I knew what to say and what to do,
I believed so my heart would be true.
We were perfect for each other if I had only been older,
I needed to grow up and she needed someone bolder.
More confident and mature,
Understanding and secure.
And we drifted apart and soon we turned fifty,
Living our lives apart and sipping bourbon whiskey.
Growing up in our own adventure,
I thought I had forgotten her…
And then out of the blue she reached out to me,
I was caught up and became lost in our memories.
But she didn’t remember a thing,
The “us” in my head was a fantasy.
We were perfect for each other if I had only been older,
I needed to grow up and you needed someone bolder.
More confident and mature,
Understanding and secure.
I needed to grow up and you needed someone bolder,
We were perfect for each other if I had only been older.
Understanding and secure,
More confident and mature.