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 nothing 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.