You taste so fine
Like a bottle of '87 wine
Putting a smile on my face
And tingles down my spine

Despite all our swearing
We let ourselves fall apart.
I knew it last July
As we stood in the old alley
Posing in the lighting
With your camera held high.

I have yet to memorize your face

For I fear you'll catch me staring.

You've got a heart of gold.
Perhaps that's why you keep sinking.

I'm ready for a change,
So if I speak my mind,
This time I mean it.
I would rather be disappointed
By your reaction
Than hide my own.

My hands are shaky
but my will is stable.

Moving on means
going to something else,
which was what you
were supposed to be.