We constantly steal memories
High off the nights spent in ecstasy
We rob our minds and bodies of a life that isn’t reality
I drift away with you into sweet bliss, caring for mothing more than the depths you’ll go, the depths of your kiss
There was a time I thought these memories were ours to keep
They brought comfort and hope as I lay in your arms fast asleep
I never realized that these memories were for an “US” we’d never be.
A statue we’d never obtain and it hurts to my core that these memories don’t belong to me
That these cherished moments aren’t mines to keep
They belong to an “US” that in present or future form doesn’t exist
They reflect something that’s not there, a made up bliss
The creation of these pleasurable memories I will always miss
But for the sake of my heart, we must stop stealing these memories, I insist.