A day might come with us around a table,
In the toasty air of a cafe,
For just a minute I might read the signs,
The bold and the subtle,
To give into you for just that day.
We might scorch our skins in our steamy breath,
Shedding restraints by the doormat,
You might caress me without arrest,
And reacquaint our bodies in the dead of night.
But,
There's always that little word you hate,
We just won't ever be the same.
I for one won't ever be the girl you knew,
Even my skin will be different to your touch,
Every word and every look will feel brand new,
You can reminisce how I used to be,
But I could never be as such.
The faint memories might rebel and call your name,
They might push me back to your arms
Back to the lord of all my scars,
But trust that nothing will ever be the same.
We're bound to what we did in the past.
In the toasty air of a cafe,
For just a minute I might read the signs,
The bold and the subtle,
To give into you for just that day.
We might scorch our skins in our steamy breath,
Shedding restraints by the doormat,
You might caress me without arrest,
And reacquaint our bodies in the dead of night.
But,
There's always that little word you hate,
We just won't ever be the same.
I for one won't ever be the girl you knew,
Even my skin will be different to your touch,
Every word and every look will feel brand new,
You can reminisce how I used to be,
But I could never be as such.
The faint memories might rebel and call your name,
They might push me back to your arms
Back to the lord of all my scars,
But trust that nothing will ever be the same.
We're bound to what we did in the past.