i believed in you that night.   your maybe slightly drunken eyes,   and i won't forget how you smiled   when you were waving me goodbye.   and i thought "if a moment really lasts forever,   we'll take the streets and run off together,   write books by rearranging letters of the few words that we know..."      there was a spark that was there that maybe failed to ignite,   well i saw it in your eyes.   though in context it might have had a different meaning,   i made a pact with myself one time to live with foot in the grave,   and i'm not given up on that dream.   If nothing’s meant to last,   then i refuse to apologize for passion...   that’s giving up, and that seems so... ugh.