i grab my keys and i'm out the door
my mind already forming hellos
my heart already fearing goodbyes
your voice a sweet prelude to your presence

i've never been the kind of person
that could always live in each moment
but your eyes made me lose my sense of time
forgot the past and bored of the future

i know you never get the same chance twice
and fear can't be an excuse forever
but when i felt your hand in mine
that fear just seemed to disappear

for a few hours one day
i felt like myself again
for a few hours that day
i could say that i was happy

i know that you tried to warn me
it was sweet of you, in your own way
but i'd rather have you for a few hours
than to never have you at all

at least then i'll always have that moment
when you wanted to be with me
our brief flicker of a romance
our own 'we'll always have Paris'

even now its still you that makes me smile
but its her that makes you happy
its still you that i'm thinking of
and she's all that i hear about

i'm glad that you have the perfect life
if she is what makes it perfect
then i can have no reason to complain
i just live on with my carefully broken heart

so here it is: my pathetic confession
my attempt at a long lost love letter
one that you will never read
forever yours, your own murder grey