i don't feel the love like i used to
you couldn't get enough of me
you'd kiss my nose
and tell me you'd always sit with me
no matter where we were

for some odd reason
you promised me that
i guess so i'd never have to feel alone
whenever i was surrounded by people

i'd beckon you over
and you'd smile and sit next to me
hold my hand
and just sit
words not being enough
silence being perfect

50 years between us
and the only thing thats changed
is what's changed us for good
you don't smile at me anymore

when i beckon you over
i ask you to sit with me
you walk carelessly over a flower
grass underneath your feet
you sulk over